Griffon slowly, deliberately set down the glass he was holding.

His claws were starting to come out now, and his fingers were clutching the glass so tightly, Preston was afraid it would just disintegrate into a thousand pieces under the pressure.

Griffon looked at Preston. “What do you think?”

Preston decided to push forward. “I think you like her a little, don’t you? Otherwise, why would you be so angry when you heard she had slept with Roman?”

Griffon snarled, “It’s in poor ...