Henderson's POV
His voice carries that dangerous edge that makes my pulse race. The smile playing at his lips sends heat coursing through my veins.
"Do you need me to spell it out for you, Henderson?" he murmurs, his tone low and provocative.
Every nerve in my body responds to the promise in his words. I'm about to answer when triumphant howls erupt from the patrol teams scattered across our territory.
Percy moves with lethal grace, rising to his feet while gently settling me back into the chair. His protective instincts take over completely.
"Stay with her," he commands Heather, his voice brooking no argument.
"Percy, what's happening?" I ask, though the sudden tension radiating from him already gives me the answer I dread.
He turns toward me, and the heated intimacy from moments before transforms into something cold and predatory. The smile that curves his lips now promises violence.
"They found Tristan."
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Percy's POV
