Daisy
“En… Enrique,” I whispered, letting my voice tremble, soft and pitiful.
His name slid past my lips like a prayer. Not because I couldn’t fight for myself, oh, I could. My wolf thrashed inside me, hot and eager, whispering that I could snap this rogue’s arm in half if I wished. But I didn’t. No, I let the filthy hand stay wrapped around my throat, fingers digging into my skin, just to see what Enrique would do.
The moment my voice reached him, I saw it: his body stiffening, his fists clenching, his jaw hard as stone. His eyes, those relentless eyes, fixed on me, blazing with fury.
“Let her go,” he commanded, voice low, dangerous.
The kind of voice that made men shiver before the blade even touched them.
A rumble tore from his chest, reverberating across the polished marble floo
