From a nearby pavilion, two pairs of eyes tracked Daphne's every move. Only when she vanished from sight did Theodore finally look away. His gaze flicked to Blake, his voice calm. "Made up your mind?"
Blake stared at him, disbelief trembling in his voice. "Share her? Theodore, what do you take her for? Are you out of your mind?"
He never imagined Theodore—fastidious, possessive, and controlling when it came to love—would suggest something as outrageous as sharing Daphne.
Theodore sipped his tea, the scalding liquid sliding down his throat, doing nothing to thaw the chill in his heart. Insane? He'd lost his mind the moment Daphne rejected him. He was a husk, gnawed hollow by obsession, cloaked in a sane wolf's skin but filled with a skeleton of darkness, paranoia, and resentment.
Settin
