Page 61 of Protected By the Elf Prince

The urge to kill the men arose again with enough force that the concrete beneath my feet cracked.

One second. That was all it would take.

One step and I could reduce both men to ash before they had time to scream.

The thought was dangerously appealing, but reason forced its way through the rage.

Answers.

We needed answers.

Did they work for someone?

Were there others involved?

Why had they taken him, bound him, hurt him?

Dead men answered nothing.

The realization tasted bitter, but it was necessary. I needed control.

My gaze shifted back toward my beloved, nearly undoing me all over again.

Utter relief had flooded his face the second he saw me. Like seeing me had made everything better.

Like I had made everything better, which caused my chest to tighten.

Then I saw the warmth in his gaze, too, even when both eyes were swollen.

I swallowed around the rising fury.

He’d trusted me to come.

Believed I would help.

And I always would.

At the realization of his strength and pride in me, I couldn’t breathe.

Only days ago, this human male had looked at me like I was a complication dropped into his life by Fate. Now he looked at me like I belonged here. Maybe even belonged to him.

I tore my gaze away from Landon before I forgot every other person in the room existed and I went to him.

Right now, I needed to focus on my prey, so I settled my attention back on the two humans.

The one called Martin had gone pale. I had seen his picture in his office.

The other looked ready to bolt.

Neither option would help them.

I took a step forward as the heat in the warehouse rose several degrees.

Fear scented the air, and it was all coming from those two.

Good.

They should be afraid.