Jemma's POV
"MINE!" The large male shouted as he held my sister tight. Tiffany looked at me with terror in her eyes. It seemed her mate had appeared, and right now, she was not excited. She was terrified. Iain was on his feet and growling at the male.
"What the f**k, Garret?"
"You were touching what is mine," Garret growled.
"She is my sister, you asshole."
Tiffany was trying to get out of Garret's hold. That only made him hold her tighter. Tiffany whimpered. I wanted to tear this asshole apart for terrifying my sister. 'Kick him in the balls, Tiff.' I mind-linked her.
She nodded and squirmed in his hold.
"I don't care if she is your sister. She is mine!" He shouted.
"Let me go, asshole," Tiffany demanded. "I am not yours!"
He turned to look at her with black eye
