TARYN POV
“Hell f*****g no,” Reid growls, his grip on me tightening. “She is not speaking to him. You are not speaking to him,” he repeats, his body vibrating from the intensity of his hold on me and the possessiveness radiating from him.
Wesley says nothing, but his eyes are on me, a wordless question held within them. Reid’s grip on me is unwavering, his hand on my stomach, his nose pressing into my shoulder as he tries to calm himself.
“Please, Taryn,” he says, almost in a whisper.
I shake my head and cover his hand with mine. “I don’t want to talk to him,” I say. Reid’s entire body relaxes against mine, a sigh of relief passing through his lips before he kisses my shoulder blade. “But I do want to hear what he has to say when King Malachi questions him. If that’s all right.”
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