Theon's POV.
I gently placed Darcy on the bed and covered her up, my heart aching at the sight of her tears. How could anyone treat her like this? How could they make her cry?
Only I have the right to make her cry, smile, and laugh. I was angry at myself for letting this happen to her. I couldn't even protect her.
Liam's voice broke into my thoughts. "Does that mean you accept her as your mate?"
I answered gruffly, "I don't have to accept her as my mate to protect her."
Liam growled, "Only time will tell why you're so into her."
I shoved him aside, my mind racing with more pressing concerns. That's the least of my problems right now.
I stormed into my room, Raiden following close behind. He closed the door, and I began to rock my chair back and forth, trying to think.
"Who released
