As the night wore on, the bar grew rowdier, and Chase showed up, sending possessive glances in my direction. It was like he was marking his territory, and I didn't like it.
Finally, I had enough. Going over to him, I stated, "Chase, we need to talk."
He followed me outside, his eyes stormy. "What's up?"
"You've been acting weird," I said, my arms crossed. "What's going on?"
"It's just...I don't like Crow," he said, his jaw tight. "You don't know what he's capable of."
"And what would you know about Crow?” I asked, my voice calm. "But I can handle myself."
He stepped closer, his hand on my arm. "I know a hell of a lot more about him than you do," he hissed.
I looked into his eyes, searching for the truth. "What are you talking about?"
His gaze fell away, and I knew there was somethi
