Zane~
I stared at Griffin Blackthorn, studying the confidence etched into his face, the unwavering way he met my gaze. He truly believed he could just walk in here, demand Natalie, and leave with her. Like she was a possession. Like she was his to claim.
I tilted my head slightly, letting the silence stretch between us, my expression plain.
"Are you sure?" My voice was smooth, deceptively calm, but Red, was stirring in the back of my mind, watching Griffin like a predator watching its prey.
Griffin met my gaze without hesitation. "Yes," he said, voice firm. "Natalie Cross is my mate. Hand her over."
I blinked. Then, I laughed.
It wasn't forced or calculated. It was genuine, a slow, amused chuckle that grew into something darker.
Griffin's jaw tightened. "What's so funny?"