LUTHER’S POV

That was it.

Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, I had him by the collar, yanking him so close I could see the reflection of my fury in his eyes. My fingers tightened around his neck, feeling the pulse under my thumb.

“Say those words again,” I growled, low and sharp, my breath brushing his face. “And I’ll rip your fucking tongue out.”

The air cracked between us like lightning.

He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. He just stared back, jaw locked, ...