Harley’s P.O.V.

A low, guttural growl tore from Carlos’s chest, rumbling through the room like thunder trapped in stone walls. His body shook beside me, every line of him braced to explode.

I pressed my hand firmly against his chest, feeling the furious thump of his heart.

“Carlos…”

I whispered, urging him to hold back as my gaze swept across the other family members. Lucian’s face was darkened, his disapproving gaze fixed at Carlos as if he had uttered those humiliating words.

And Henry!

His ruby eyes were gleaming with the sick anticipation of a predator.

My pulse raced as it occurred to me.

“Oh, goddess! Henry wants Carlos to...