(Raiden's POV)
The instant Zion utters Siena's name, something dark and primal explodes to life inside me.
I'm standing by the window of my office, staring out at the twilight shadows creeping slowly across Windhowl, when he casually, confidently announces his intentions—words that slice through me like a blade.
“I'm going to court Siena once she returns,” Zion says, his voice calmly resolute, as if stating a simple fact rather than igniting a spark that could burn everything between us. “She deserves someone who appreciates her.”
My fingers tightened on the window ledge, and my knuckles turned white. Horace snarls deep within me, hackles raised, furious at the mere thought of Siena with another male.
“Who does he think he is?”
Possessiveness coils hot and tight in
