Beyond frustrated, I looked at Chance and said to him through our mind link, “That son of a b***h left a handprint on our mate’s neck.”
Chance’s eyes moved to Raven’s neck, but her hair was covering the handprint, making him move to her side, as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing it. Instead of flipping out like I had, he leans down, placing a kiss on her forehead, before he says calmly to Mazie, “Take Raven to my truck and wait for us.”
His own anger radiated from him, but unlike me, he was able to control himself, especially in front of Raven. But he was in a much different position with her than I was, one that allowed him to comfort her like a mate should, while all I could do was defend her.
My eyes remained staring at where Chase stood moments ago, as Chance’s eyes
