He opened his mouth to say something, but then his eyes focused just over Honey’s shoulder. I knew what he saw. I growled. A low sound that didn’t carry, but it caught Gary’s attention. “She is mine,” I told him. “You say one thing that hurts her, and I will see to it that you never get out of here.” I didn’t have that kind of power, but I meant it anyway. And he knew darn good and well what the “one thing” was that I was talking about. The mask of affability dropped off his face, and he met my eyes with a blank face. I let him see just how serious I was. If he told Honey that her dead mate’s
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