Chapter 9

He watchedthe taillights of the taxi until they winked out of sight. A part of him wanted to follow, yet he knew, in his current state of mind, that wasn't wise.

"Bloody fucking hell!" Drake's anger coursed through him and needed an outlet. His fist hit the brick wall where, just moments ago, he'd almost taken Sally. However, the pain didn't clear up the white-hot rage still enveloping him at the knowledge the demons they'd fought wanted to hurt her.

How dare they! His beast roared and screamed in his head. Violent thoughts raced through his mind's eye as his animal came up with ways to punish the perpetrators—nasty, bloody, permanent ways. Revenge was why he'd sent her away, even as every ounce of his being had screamed for him to go with her. To claim her and place his mating mark upon her body, a warning to those who thought to hurt her.

But he wouldn't force his brand upon her until she agreed to it, possessive as both he and his beast felt. Life with his feisty intended would be a lot easier if she thought she had a choice.

However, while he worked on gaining her trust and affection—and invested in a jock strap, for she hadn't seemed happy he'd sent her away—he could use his skills and call in a few more favors to discover who dared try and hurt his woman.

And when I find them, I shall let them meet the wrath of my beast.

Crunch.