CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINTY THREE

Val's nostrils flared as they marched through the crowded streets. The smell of salt and unwashed bodies mixed in a disgusting concoction that made his head pound and his nose burn. And yet, the irritation bubbling beneath his surface wasn't solely due to the environment. His eyes flicked to Yara, her shoulders stiff with suppressed anger, her lips pressed into a thin line. She hadn't said a word since he'd yanked her out of that wretched place, and frankly, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear it.

She's angry at me. His jaw tightened at the thought. But damn it, she had no business being there with that human.

The thought of her near any other man, especially one like that vermin, made his blood boil. His fingers flexed, remembering how close he'd come to losing control back there, his instincts screaming at him to claim what was his.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the possessive thoughts. This wasn't the time or place.