"Rose! Rosie!" Angelo's voice cracked through the air like a whip.
Ravić froze mid-step, his grip on my hand locking like iron.
I grabbed his wrist with my other hand.
"Let me talk to him," I said, low and steady, hoping he'd listen to reason.
His breathing was ragged, fangs bared, eyes flickering from red to black and back again. Angelo didn't know it, but he was playing a dangerous game.
I glanced over my shoulder. Angelo was approaching us fast, taking the stairs two at a time, leaving Rayna standing at the bottom, pale and stricken.
"Let me talk to her!" Angelo barked.
Ravić dropped my hand and stalked back like a predator poised to attack. Slow, deliberate, deadly.
I darted after him, pulling him by his shoulders, forcing him back.
"Ravić, please!"
"After everything we've been through, Rosie, you're still defending him?" Ravić growled. "He already has a wife."
"It's just a conversation," I replied weakly, feeling small, fragile against the storm in his eyes.
