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Now that Vlad had told me that Damyr had married her so long ago, it didn’t bother me quite as much that they were still technically married. It only bothered me a little.

And by ‘a little’ I meant a fucking lot.

I never knew I could be quite so possessive.

“Lucia. What do you want?” Damyr snarled.

“Damyr,” she said with a pout on her perfectly plump red lips. “Is that anyway to greet your wife?”

My left eye twitched.

She cast her eyes over me, and I felt her gaze slither over my skin. “Has your little human got bored of you already? Turning to a witch for fun now, Benji?”

I slowly stood up, facing her head on and mustering the haughtiest expression I could. “You can say what you like, Lucia. I know where I stand in Damyr’s affections and it’s certainly higher than you.”

Her eyes narrowed and her upper lip curled back in a sneer.

Remy stepped forwards, his nails lengthening into long claws. “Be careful, boy. If you say another word, I will slice you into a million pieces.”

I cocked my head to one side and tucked my hands into my pockets, trying to become the embodiment of nonchalance, when inside I was terrified. I was well aware this guy could probably tear me apart with his bare hands, but I was not being spoken to like that. No matter how good someone looked. “Wasn’t it that kind of attitude that dropped us in this mess in the first place?”

Remy’s eyes flashed bright amber, and he made to lunge towards me. I instinctively took a step backwards. Maybe pissing him off wasn’t the best idea.

There was a blur of movement before Remy was slammed into the wall behind hm. One second Damyr was behind his desk, the next he was stood in front of Remy as he pinned him a foot off the ground by his throat.

“Nobody threatens what’s mine,” Damyr said, his voice low and steady. “Do you understand?”

He was so calm, and I think it was that cool delivery that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention. He sounded like a cold-blooded killer.

Remy hissed as Damyr’s nails lengthened against his skin, the sharp points sinking into his neck slowly. God, watching Damyr threaten someone on my behalf… my dick was definitely taking notice. It shouldn’t be hot, but the thought of Damyr burning the world for me set butterflies tumbling in my stomach.

Lucia took a step towards Remy, but Vlad stepped in her path. “Ah-ah, you stay there.”

She spat at him like a pissed off kitty.

“Do I make myself clear?” Damyr commanded softly, pressing his sharp nails, deeper into Remy’s neck. Blood trickled down his skin, staining the collar of his white t-shirt.

“Yes,” Remy finally said and Damyr let go. The supermodel fell to the floor in a heap and Vlad moved out of the way to let Lucia tend Remy’s wounds. She swiped her tongue along the half-moon crescents, instantly healing them, and helped the guy to his feet.

But by this point, Damyr had turned his back on the whole thing and come to me. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” I said a little breathlessly.

Damyr curled his hand around the side of my neck and his brows drew together. “Are you sure? Your heart is racing.”

A flush crept up the side of my face. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just been a bit of an intense few minutes.”

Damyr quirked a dark eyebrow, but he didn’t call me out on my shit. Watching Damyr flex his muscles had turned me on.

“Okay,” he said and pressed a kiss to my temple which surprised me. Not sure, why. I guess I’d assumed he wouldn’t be affectionate in front of other people, but I definitely liked that he was. It seemed the more time I spent with him, the more I liked who he was.

“Now then,” Damyr said as he turned back to Lucia and Remy. “Cut the theatrics and tell me why you’re really here.”

Lucia swiped her hair over her shoulder with an angry flick of her hand. “I received a letter.”

“A letter?” Damyr asked. “What kind of letter?”

Lucia pulled a single crisp sheet of paper out of the inside pocket of her jacket. She unfolded it and began to read. “My dearest friend, had we more time and world enough to share, I wouldst still not have enough words to describe thy beauty. I have no world of mine own to offer, merely a heart that would love thee for all days if thou wouldst be mine. You stir a passion within my soul that—”