“Her name’s Hope,” he said as the delicious vibrations of his aggressive warning danced across my skin. “All you need to know.” Blake’s smile widened, showing a hint of sharp fangs—did all the men have fangs these days? “How fascinating.” A low chuckle broke the rising tension. “Don’t mind Ruarc. He is just a smidgen”— Jason held up two fingers less than an inch apart—“protective.”
