That did it.
I crossed the room in three strides and slammed her back against the wall, my hand closing around her throat before I fully realized I’d moved. She gasped, nails digging into my wrist, eyes wide now—but still not afraid.
That made me angrier.
“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” I growled.
“Why?” she hissed, breath ragged but voice sharp. “Because she’s better than me? Because she was smarter? Because without her you’re nothing?”
The words hit exactly where she meant them to. She'd always had a f*****g smart tongue. Always knew where to land with her words.
My grip tightened.
“She was a commodity,” I snarled. “A f*****g human I elevated because she was useful, she'd raised my pups because you were gone and she helped me with the brand. She loved me! She chose me
