TOR’S POSSESIVENESS

{"You are the one, my love"}

FREYR'S POV

Tor was too comical. I could hear him grit his teeth throughout the dinner, and his jaw locked so tight it was a wonder he hadn't cracked a molar. His fists clenched, nostrils flared, and his eyes burned with barely contained possessiveness. Even Gale, his beast, stirred with unease. I could feel Kayne, my beast, bristle under the scrutiny of the room, the weight of their stares pressing down on us like a thick fog.

But the entrance of the Cobalt family had my irritation spiking. My hands curled into fists beneath the table, nails biting into my palms. And then I noticed him, the one carrying the scent of decay masked beneath the aristocratic polish.