EMBER’S POV

A scream rips out of my throat before I can stop it. I flinch violently backwards, clutching the towel to my chest, my wet shoulders hitting the tile.

Knox goes from relaxed to instantly, terrifyingly lethal in a millisecond.

A deafening, inhuman snarl tears out of him as he shoves me firmly behind his massive back.

His muscles lock tight, his claws already tearing through his fingertips, ready to slaughter whoever is standing on the other side of that wood.

And then the bathroom door opens.

“I thought you two might be hungry!”

I come about a foot off the floor.

Knox’s arm clamps around me like a...