Zeph's POV
It's so dark as f**k in this building, but not dark enough for me to miss the goddamn chair Sera is holding above her head, ready to bring it down on my mate's skull. I move faster than I've ever moved in my life, crossing the computer lab in a blur of speed and fury. My hand closes around the chair just as she starts to swing it down, stopping it mid-air.
"What the f**k do you think you're doing?" I growl, my voice echoing through the darkness.
Sera gasps and stumbles backward, the chair clattering to the floor. I can see her face in the glow of my golden eyes, see the shock and fear written all over it. Good. She should be afraid. She should be terrified of what I'm going to do to her for touching my mate.
But right now, Kestrel is my priority. I drop to my knees beside he
