Tank let out a long sigh, really not in the mood to deal with any of this shit. His instincts were screaming at him to protect the woman in his arms, and they were riding him hard.
He was about to open his mouth to snarl at Dante when the sound of a savage snarl came out of his arms. Startled, he looked down at the small woman in his arms, her face twisted in rage as she leaned forward, her teeth bared.
"Hush, now, Lamb," he chuckled, taking a step back just in case she tried to launch herself out of his arms and attack Dante. "He didn't mean it."
"The fuck I didn't," snapped Dante, coming to his full height. His overly fancy fur-lined coat was open and flapping in the wind, creating the effect of a bad guy in a movie. "And what the fuck is that?!"
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