I was barely conscious.
The world swayed around me, my limbs heavy, my breath ragged. My heart struggled to keep up, weak from the blood loss, from the trauma of Blaze's fangs piercing my skin.
I felt like a hollowed-out husk.
Like something had been stolen from me.
And yet, despite the overwhelming weakness, I could still feel the tension crackling in the air between them—Blaze and Reed.
Two creatures.
Two predators.
Two monsters.
Fighting over something as insignificant as me.
"He's mine first," Reed growled, stepping forward, his voice low and deadly.
Blaze only chuckled darkly.
"Aah, Reed," he mused, tilting his head in amusement. "I didn't know you were into men."
My stomach twisted.
Even in my delirium, I could tell Blaze was playing with him—baiting him.
Reed's jaw clenched.
His hands curled into fists.
"I'm not," he snapped. Then his silver eyes cut to me, burning with rage. "This isn't about that."
