As I stepped into Remy’s office, the scent of old leather and dust greeted me. Remy was sitting at the large oak desk, his eyes on the paperwork spread before him.
"We need to talk," I said, my voice echoing off the book-lined walls.
He looked up, his expression unreadable. "I know," he said.
The air grew heavy with tension as we stared at each other, two men bound by fate, fighting for the same woman.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "I just want to make sure she's safe," he said. "And if that means taking her away from you..."
The threat was clear, and for a moment, the beast within me roared to the surface. But I pushed it down, knowing that now was not the time for anger.
"You can't," I said, my voice cold. "She's mine. We share a Bond."
Remy's eyes narr
