EMBER’S POV
Then the door flies open.
Knox is there like an avenging demon. He doesn’t hesitate or ask needless questions. He grabs Gale by the front of his sweater and flings him across the room like he weighs nothing.
Gale crashes into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster, and Knox positions himself between us, every line of his body radiating violence barely contained.
“I warned you once already,” Knox says, and his voice is death itself. “This is the last time I’ll use words. Next time, I’ll let my claws do the talking.”
“She hit me,” Gale sputters, struggling to his feet. “Did you see that? She assaulted me.”
“What I saw was you grabbing her wrist hard enough to bruise.” Knox takes a step toward him, and Gale actually backs up. “What I saw was your hand going for her throat
