her temples. Despair tore into her breaking voice. “He’s going to do this
every night. It’s not going to be twenty people, Jaxson. It’s going to be forty.
Sixty. A hundred. Two hundred. How many are in your pack? How many are
you willing to lose for a LaSalle? You’re going to have to hand me over
sooner or later.”
Her body quaked with tremors of anguish and betrayal, and my soul
couldn’t take it. My wolf howled in my mind and clawed at my heart.
With a lightning-fast motion, I seized Savannah’s raised arms and pulled
her to me. She gasped in horror and shock as she looked up into my eyes.
My fangs erupted, and I growled, “I am never going to hand you over to
him. Ever.”
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Savannah
Jaxson’s words hit my chest like a sledgehammer, driving the breath from
my lungs. His hands dug into my forearms, but it was his voice that locked
me in place. It had been feral—a primal growl just at the edge of being
human.
I am never going to hand you over to him. Ever.
No one had ever spoken like that to me. Not with that kind of conviction.
Or possessiveness.
It’s the truth. I could smell it, clear as day.
He stared down at me with a golden fire burning in his eyes, flames of
certainty and desire. His muscles rippled with a tension that vibrated down
through my arms. I wanted to melt, to dissolve into him.
“Do you understand? I won’t trade you. Won’t hand you over,” Jaxson
growled in that unearthly voice.
I bit my lip and nodded. The fear and despair burned away inside me,
leaving only embers of determination in their wake.
Emotions shuddered through my body as Jaxson’s power pressed in
around me like waters of the deep. His signature was out of control, wave