Liam POV
He had been so close. So close to raping Hope. Even as I'd fought the bastard, my bloodlust had been all-consuming, the desire to kill him, to sever his head from his body, overwhelming. It had taken every inch of self-restraint I had not to, and that was only because he was wanted by King Julian for his treachery and attack on the ballroom previously. He had been responsible for the rogue's attack, making it treason. I did not envy him for what would occur once King Julian got his hands on him but it was no less than what the asshole Kobe deserved.
"I love you," I told Hope, almost shaking in my desire to tell her how much she meant to me.
If something worse had happened to her, if Kobe had succeeded in raping her, I never would have forgiven myself. Not in a million years.
