A man stood in the doorway, smiling at him. “Who the fuck are you?” Apollo snarled. He didn’t like the look of this guy. Didn’t like his too perfect dark hair. Didn’t like those eerie green eyes or the guy’s pale, sickly skin. “I’m Terese’s mate, Eric Montraine.” The smile stretched to reveal razor sharp fangs. “And I’m the man who’s going to kill you.” Terese’s mate. Hot fury knifed through him. “Funny, Terese didn’t mention you, but then, we were kind of busy fucking.” The jerk’s eyes narrowed. “And as far as killing me…” Apollo put his hand on the asshole’s chest and shoved him back into the apartment. “That’s really not going to happen.” “Apollo!” Terese stared at him with relief and fear coating her expression. His gaze darted over her, and he instantly saw the blood that trickled down her arm. “What happened to you?” Her right hand lifted and covered the wound. “I-it’s nothing.” He glanced back at the asshole. “You did that to her.”
