“The question isn’t whether or not I’m comfortable putting my pack in your hands, but if I’m comfortable placing my daughter’s life in them.” Remy’s arm dropped to his sides and he edged forward, not backing down. “That’s not your call, though, is it? It’s Skye’s.” Nikolai’s lips twisted into a dark smile. “I don’t know if you’re worthy of my daughter.” I sucked in a sharp breath, more than ready to tell him off, but Remy simply shook his head and chuckled. “I can assure you that I’m not,” he said evenly. “But she’s mine and I’m hers, so you’ll have to deal with it.”
