He planted himself in front of the car like he was personally responsible for territorial security, chin lifted, shoulders squared, eyes already sharp with that stupid possessive male bullshit I had smelled on him the first day I saw him near Perse.
I stopped the car.
Slowly.
Mostly because I was considering whether running Richard over would damage Marcellus’s tires, and whether that would be worth explaining later to her parents.
Probably.
Aiden’s eyes lifted in the rearview mirror.
“Keres.”
“What?”
“Don’t.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“You’re thinking very loudly.”
I smiled. “Bond privacy is going to be a nightmare.”
Richard stepped closer to the driver’s side, gaze flicking over the car, over the blood on us, over Aiden’s torn shirt, Thane’s bare chest, my hands still clawed
