“To Falcone. Don’t give me to him,” I whispered. Realization flashed across Growl’s face, then determination. “Never. You are mine. He won’t take you away from me.” “Are you sure? He’s your boss. He could tell you to give me to him.” It was a surprising twist of fate that I preferred being Growl’s possession, but anything was better than belonging to Falcone. “You are mine,”
