"Get your hands off her."

Rayne’s voice was lethal, his tone sharp enough to slice through steel.

Zayd didn’t move. His arm remained around Nirvana’s shoulders as she gripped the railing, her breathing uneven.

"Relax, St. Trinity," Zayd drawled, his dark gaze steady. "I was only comforting her."

Rayne’s jaw ticked. "I don’t give a damn what you were doing. Step away. Now."

Nirvana turned sharply, glaring. "Rayne, stop. You’re overreacting…"

"Overreacting?" Rayne cut ...