(Kieran POV)
The image of Catherine facing down that rogue with nothing but a fireplace poker and desperate courage kept replaying in my mind as I completed the damage assessment. She'd stepped between a supernatural predator and someone she'd chosen to protect, armed with inadequate weapons and complete absence of relevant training.
She'd done it without hesitation. Without calculation of odds that were so obviously stacked against survival. Without any guarantee that her sacrifice would accomplish anything except providing brief entertainment before inevitable s*******r.
She'd done it because it was right, because Jamie mattered to her, because love demanded demonstration through action rather than simply comfortable intention.
The pride that swelled in my chest was complicated by te
