He put his forehead to mine and breathed out. “I don’t like this,” he said. I laughed softly. “Is the big, bad half Shifter worried about me?” He kissed my cheek, stealing the humor and replacing it with a heavy warmth deep in my chest. “You have no idea. I become a useless wreck every time I know you’re with him. Every time I know I can’t help you if something goes wrong.” A dry chuckle left his throat. “Chaz called me a stalker last time.”
