Remington's POV-
I stared up at the blonde that stood in front of me. What had she just said? They were most definitely my mates and after inhaling her scent again, Aurum confirmed that she was in fact not my mate. My words seem to have froze in my throat while I tried to make sense of the situation. Apparently my lack of response enraged the woman and she reached out to slap me. The moment before her hand made contact I was snapped into action. I grabbed her wrist, yanking her over the table, and turned her so her back was against my chest.
In this position I could easily pin her to the table, but I chose the more dramatic approach. I dropped my dagger from the sleeve pocket where it was nestled and brought it to her throat. She shifted a little trying to break free causing me to tigh
