Rayce murmured. Julian had just marched back into the main house. He paused in the doorway, glaring at the wolf who was his semi-friend. “I ask because well…you came back in without the girl.” “She’s not a girl. She’s a woman.” “Right. Yes, absolutely. I mean you came back in without the sexy vampire who—” His words broke off because Julian had lunged forward and grabbed the guy by the throat. Julian shoved Rayce against the nearest wall. Rayce’s flailing hands hit a table and a vase crashed. Luke would be pissed. So what? “Watch what you say about her.” He eased his hold, just enough for Rayce to speak. “What’s wrong with what I said? The woman is gorgeous! She’s sexy as all hell. I’ve always had a thing for women with bite and—” He tightened his hand on Rayce’s throat. “Why the hell do you push me?” Disgusted, he let the guy go. “Bugger off, mate.” Rayce cleared his throat. Once. Twice. And he didn’t bugger off. “As I was saying…”
