Kieran's POV
Trent scoffed, his eyes roving between Nyx and I, I noticed his eye now had a shade of dark. He had his hand clutched to his chest as he observed me, like he was trying to think of what to say next.
Then, slowly he approached Nyx. I could feel my instincts on high alert, my senses heightened as I watched him. I fisted my hands, a part of me suddenly feeling protective of my mate.
"Kieran, " Trent called out, his voice low and husky. "I've come for Nyx, I don't want us to fight, brother."
I snarled, my anger boiling over. "You think you can just take her from me?" I growled, my voice low and menacing.
Trent's eyes locked on mine, a challenge in their depths. "I don't want to fight you, Kieran," he repeated. "But I will if I have to. Nyx is my mate, and I'll do whatever it
