"A god?" Standing before him again with a hand on her hip, head tilted to the side she quirked a brow. When his jaw clenched she reached out and stepped closer to him. The tips of her fingers touched the tight muscle bunching along sharp line of his jaw. "Why now?"

Was this Tommy's way of dealing with his anger? Or his subconscious breaking free to protect her? Maybe she had nothing to do with it at all. Was this just an excuse for this dark side to leak out and stretch his legs in the skin of her sweet, soft spoken husband?

Her hand did not draw back, instead she brushed it through his hair, moving it away from his face. He was dangerous to her and that, that did not scare her.

Letting him rush off to kill Tristan scared her. The consequences of allowing that were too great. Standing in the presence of his rage manifested in this dangerously frightening side of his personality was....

It really should not be so thrilling......