“Why did you do that?” I asked as he led me toward his car, which was parked on the side of the road near the entrance gates. Growl helped me into the driver’s seat. “Because you’re mine and I won’t let anyone talk shit about you.” “In the house, at the party, they were all talking about me.” Growl looked back toward the brightly lit house and for a moment I worried he’d storm back inside and beat up a few more guests, but then his gaze settled on me. “They were clever enough not to say anything when I could hear them, and most only feel sorry for you. They say bad things about me, not you.”
