Jared's forearm pressed harder against Harold's throat, the pressure just enough to choke off the air, making Harold's pulse hammer wildly beneath the crushing weight. Their faces were inches apart, Harold's senses overwhelmed by the heat of Jared's breath, the intensity in his eyes.
Those eyes—bloodshot and blazing with fury—were nothing like the cold, calculating lawyer Harold had known. This was something different. Something primal. Jared's usually controlled demeanor had been torn away, replaced with a ferocity that was almost terrifying. His brow twitched, his entire body taut, as if barely holding himself back from violence.
"Stay away from my wife, Braddock," Jared hissed, his voice tight and dangerous, the words slipping through his clenched teeth like venom.
