Dami’s POV

“Your wife? Is this man crazy or something?” Doman asked, one brow arching in a mixture of disbelief and challenge. His voice was deep with a dangerous edge.

Axel’s fists clenched at his sides, the veins in his neck stood out, his jaw ticking as if he might explode. The heat in his eyes was pure rage.

Something fluttered low in my stomach when Axel called me his. The flash in his eyes had been almost familiar. For one brief heartbeat, the old Axel was there. I shook it off ...