A slithering, whispering sound interrupted, and I peeked over Jace's shoulder.
Dor had drawn his sword, and the Kimballs were taking slow steps backward, looking a little green around the gills.
Parker and Jace were right in each other's faces, staring at each other like no one else existed. Parker's eyes were glowing.
The tension was thick enough to slice through with one of their extended claws.
Maybe theyshould just fuck? That compromise worked for me.
Since they were both alphas, they'd probably kill each other in the process, and either way, well, I really would need popcorn for that.
Bill Kimball cleared his throat. "Taft," he said. "This isn't the time."
"Give me my property," Parker said, as if Bill hadn't spoken. "Or I'll kill you right here. That asshole with the too- big sword doesn't scare me."
