“What did you do?” I hissed with anger like a wild cat.
“The only thing you heard,” the shapeshifter said calmly. “I put a mark on you. And let your fiancé go to hell! Too bad I won’t be there when you explain things to him. I would’ve loved to see his face!”
“Scoundrel! That means…” the words got stuck in my throat, a sharp, prickly lump.
“You’re mine!” The predator’s smile knocks me off my feet. “Now be a good girl and march to bed. I need to check how good you are…”