Javier’s POV

The scent of blood was thick in the air. Fuck, my jaw ached, wanting nothing more than to taste Theo for myself. Sweep the tip of my tongue across the trembling flesh. Impatience swirled in my blood, pumping hotly into every vein.

I gripped my hands into fists, willing the beast inside to lower its heavy head. Dissipate back into my bones.

My control was a thin wire, especially as I noticed the gashes in her leather jacket weeping blood. ...