He just stared at her in awe. This tiny female was ordering him around like he wasn't a six-and-half-foot tall werewolf who had over a hundred pounds on her. She was a wife who was very angry with her husband.
But she wasn't happy with his silence. She punched his chest. "I said, are we clear?"
He knew he should say that he could do whatever he damn well pleased, that he didn't need to go around getting her approval. He liked her ferocity and wanted to see her fight with him.
But another thought crossed his mind. Didn't she think differently of him now that she knew what he'd done to Victoria?
He frowned. "I don't understand."
In exasperation, she threw her hands up. "Do I really need to spell it out?"
"That's not what I mean."
She crossed her arms. "Then what don't you understand?"
