The thought of Eden, my Eden, with another man—his hands on her, his lips claiming what should be mine—sends a wave of rage crashing over me. My fists clench, and my heart pounds, each beat fueling the jealousy that's quickly turning into something darker, something primal. How dare she let anyone else near her? The possessiveness I’ve tried to control now roars to life, demanding action. She belongs to me, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone else touch her.
