The human’s voice faded on the last word. The anger, pain and grief in it combined with the word ‘sister’ registered as the man took another step closer. A glimmer of shadowy moonlight offered enough light for him to recognize the face of Destin Parks. He reined in the rage he was feeling when he realized that this human cared about Kali as much as he did.
“I have claimed her as mine,” Razor replied quietly, watching the fury build again in the man’s eyes.
“You bastard,” Destin choked out. “She’s not a f*****g w***e!”
Razor lifted his hand when Cutter shifted to throw himself in front of him when Destin’s hand tightened on the grip of the weapon he was holding. He stared into the other male’s eyes, willing him to hear the truth in his words. Humans could not scent the deceit the way a T
