The sound of the human male screaming did little to appease Brandon’s mind. He’d seen the shock on her face. The bastard touched his woman, and he wasn’t letting him leave Grace Hill. The human should have left without trying to get his woman in the sack.
Darcy was sitting with her up in his room.
“She’s up here, Boss,” Darcy said. His wolf was still in control. Brandon needed to shake the beast off him before he went anywhere near his woman. He’d easily lose control if she started defending the man. You need to go to her. Mark her with your scent.
With his hand on the banister, Brandon walked up the stairs. The strawberry and vanilla scent grew stronger. Darcy opened the door. His eyes widened as he looked down at his shirt. Brandon glanced down to see the blood on his shirt. Pulling the offending article off his body, he handed Darcy the shirt.