POV: Alaric
"You got a problem?" the one fondling his dick asked. His voice was all smug amusement. "You can have her when I'm done."
Dead. He was fucking dead.
I barely registered Jasmine's soft, hitched breaths. My focus was on him. The one who dared to think he could take what was mine and walk away with his dick still attached. I didn't give him the chance to breathe another word.
One second, he was smirking. The next, his jaw exploded beneath my fist. His head snapped back, teeth flying, his entire body lifting off the ground from the force of the hit. He hit the dirt in a twitching, gurgling heap, choking on the blood flooding his mouth.
