“What are you going to do?” Truman asked with a voice of concern that scraped over Ulric’s already fiery nerves.
Ulric refused to look up from the sheet of paper he had been pretending to read at his desk. But no one was fooled. His scowl was firmly in place and if he ground his teeth any harder they would turn to dust.
Still, he answered, “Do about what?” As though he had no idea what the enforcer was referring to. A huge part of him hoped Truman would get the hint and just drop it.
Unfortunately, he knew his friend well and knew he wouldn't. An exasperated huff reached his ear before Truman spoke again. “Ulric, come on, man. I’m serious. What do you think is going to happen? You bonded with the woman. Both intimately and with a bite. You claimed her. She’s yours.”
“She’s not mine,”
