“Gianna made sure nothing happened to me,” she was quick to say. “I know you don’t like her—” “I never said I didn’t like her,” I cut in, frowning. Pulling away, Tawny crossed her arms. “Did you or did you not threaten to tear her apart, limb by limb, and feed her—” “To a pack of hungry barrats if she had feelings for me,” Casteel finished for her. “The answer would be yes.” I pursed my lips. I had.
