Jamie’s P.O.V.
What?
That fucker got out of jail within an hour?
And he was coming here?
Didn’t I kick his ass hard enough already?
Did this guy really have a death wish or something?
I wanted to feel angry, livid, I wanted to shift into my wolf, run over there and tear that piece of s**t apart limb by f*****g limb. But I couldn’t, Lana had grabbed my shirt in a death grip and I was pretty sure she was fisting her hands so hard that she was drawing blood from her own hands.
“Baby, it’s OK.” I tried to calm her down. She looked over at me with those big, bright eyes, the eyes that I loved most in this whole wide world. But I got angry, since those gorgeous eyes needed to look happy, not scared as they did right now. And after tonight, I would make sure that she stayed happy for the r
