He rested his forehead on hers. “I’d like to say I won’t worry so much now that you can call on the flames of hell, but I’ll always worry about you. I’ll always be overprotective to the point of making you crazy.”

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. I mean, you totally overreacted over the rodeo thing,” she teased.

Overreacted? “You rode a wild bull.”

“At least I didn’t fuck a —”

“Stop. Just stop.”

She chuckled and curled her arms around his neck. “It’s okay. You can be as overprotective as you want. I’ll love you anyway.”

He smiled. “Good, because I love you, baby. Always will.”

“And you finally fear my mighty wrath, right?” She frowned when he hesitated to answer. Why the hesitation?

“I’ll admit your demon was a little scary.”

“A little? She was freaking terrifying.”

More like high on power and bloated with rage, he thought, but he decided not to say that out loud.

“She was!” insisted Harper. “I can be just as terrifying when I lose it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” And she did not like the twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

“Terrifying?”

“I can be so totally terrifying that I scare even me. Why are you laughing? I’m serious, it’s true. You just don’t think so because you’ve never actually seen me that way. If you did, you’d freak out. Really, you would. I’m telling you, fully grown men have run the other way rather than face me when I’m in Berserker mode and – stop laughing!”