“Didn’t fucking ask for your help,” I snap. “Whatever’s between me and Colt stays between us. Touch him again and you’ll wish a bull stomped your goddamn face in.” Marco backs off fast, hands raised like I’m a live wire. Colt stares at me, breathless, chest rising and falling. “You just defended me?” he says, like he can’t believe it. My pulse hammers in my throat. Shit. Sanity starts to seep back in, leaving me raw and exposed.
