“YOU AREN’T GOING TO meet the Vespards!” Warwicke’s face was dark with anger, his body language screaming aggression. He stood too close, crowding her comfort zone, with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs spread defensively.
Fabiana glared back at him, hands on hips. She opened her mouth and spoke slowly, definitively. “You. Will. Not. Tell me what to do.”
Warwicke’s jaw quivered as he fought an angry response. “I’m trying to keep you safe.”
Fabiana held his hostile gaze for a few beats and then shook her head. “You’re staking claim. I’m not some chunk of meat for you to warn all the other boys off of, Warwicke. Back off. I’m warning you.”
A grinding sound filled the room. It was Warwick’s teeth.
Fabiana turned away, putting some much needed space between them. She paced ove
