“I just—the thought of you with someone else…,” Gabe started, but he didn’t know how to end the statement. “You don’t like it,” Soren finished for him. “I hate it,” Gabe bit out. “I wanted to strangle Monroe.” Soren grinned at him, his hand and hips stilling. When had that manic grin stopped looking unsettling and instead become sexy as hell? “Good,” Soren declared, baring his teeth even wider. “Because if I see you with anyone else, I’ll rip their throat out.” Jesus.
