Aiden furrowed his eyebrows as he watched the man beside her lean forward, look into her eyes, raw longing on his face, desire in his eyes.

"I will come with you. The vampire won't be needed." He suggested, and his hand moved from her thigh to rest just above her knee.

Aiden saw red.

At once the pain in Freya’s head increased, crushing at her skull, stabbing at her behind her eyes. She jerked her leg out from under Kyran's hand. Demons leaped, raged, burst free. Never had Aiden felt such terrible fury, not even when he had known that the wolf boy had slept with Emma.

It rushed over...