What has he done?
Damon growled silently, his chest vibrating as his wolf Leo snarled restlessly within him.
Hell no! … Did he just call her a risk?
It took every ounce of his willpower to fight the primal urge to smash something—maybe the table in front of him or the delicate crystal goblets perfectly arranged all around the dining room.
Or worse, his stupid mouth—smashing his mouth sure sounds like a good idea.
Anything to make him stop raving mad like a clueless beast.
His hands curled into fists on the arms of the chair, he wanted to beat himself up.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Why did he let things spiral so quickly out of control?
He hadn’t meant to say it, not like that.
Hell! He had no intention of saying those words—or anything that would hurt her. But as usual,
