Finally, he stopped in front of Beth. “Open your mouth.” He heard a low, nasty sound behind him just as a cold draft hit him in the back. “Wrath, it’s okay,” Beth said. “Calm down.” She parted her lips, revealing two long canines that had very certainly not been there before. Butch felt his knees wobble as he reached out to touch her teeth. A thick hand clamped on his arm, tight enough to bend the bones in his wrist. “Don’t even think about it,” Beth’s man growled. “Let him go,” she commanded gently, though she didn’t offer her mouth again after the guy had released his grip.
