Lincoln’s POV
‘Well, well, if it isn’t the hero’ the dark haired man sneers, eyeing me, the knife coming closer to my kitten’s skin, making me halt.
My hands fist at my sides as I glare back at him with deep loathing.
‘Sorry’ I snarl, ‘I don’t think we’ve met.’
The man nods slightly, smiling but there isn’t a hint of kindness in it, ‘of course’ he replies, ‘the name is Demitri, I’m Abbey’s new fiancé.’
Abbey literally snorts in disgust at his words, ‘I’d rather die’ she growls bitterly.
Demitri laughs harshly, ‘all in good time my dear’ he replies, leaning closer to her and pressing his filthy lips to her exposed skin as I fight not to lunge at him.
‘Mmm’ he groans, his eyes pinned on me, enjoying my obvious rage, ‘so sweet, like candy, don’t you agree?’
‘You need to get your mouth
