“Is this really just about my safety?” “What do you mean?” he demanded. “You aren’t…” Angela’s theory seemed sillier now than before. It was hard to finish the thought. “I mean, you know better than to be jealous, right?” He raised one eyebrow. “Do I?” “Be serious.” “Easily—there’s nothing remotely humorous about this.” I frowned suspiciously. “Or… is this something else altogether? Some vampires-and-werewolves-are-always-enemies nonsense? Is this just a testosterone-fueled—” His eyes blazed. “This is only about you. All I care is that you’re safe.”
