s**t.
Ethan’s eyes and tone was hard and I could tell he was seconds away from matching straight to the cathedral.
“Saying I escaped makes it seem like he held a knife to my throat?” I mumbled, trying for a smile, but it came out more like a grimace.
“Oh?” Ethan replied. “and what would you call his thinly veiled threats to paint you as vying for the place of the goddess or the king?”
I had no answer that would not make matters worse. I bit my lip and took a step closer to him.
“Ethan, I’m fine.”
But Ethan’s expression barely changed. He looked down at me and I could see just how close to the surface his rage was drawing his Lycan.
“Does he realize that by threatening my mate he is indirectly threatening me as well?”
I bit my lip. “I think he does.”
Ethan growled and I heard
