There was no shame on his face, no embarrassment, just pure want and tenderness in his eyes. Zevris was walking with her as though he were proud that she was his date. As though he was claiming her for all to see. As though she was his.
He extended his claws, grasped her dress, and shredded it down the middle, tearing the pieces apart. Tabitha gasped, eyes rounding. “Zevris!” “I’ll buy you another,” he growled