"I'll kill him if he lays a finger on you," Landon growled, yanking me into an empty corridor just minutes after I'd left Owen's chambers.
"Who?" I asked, my heart racing from the sudden ambush.
"Owen," he snarled, pressing me against the wall, his massive body caging me in. "He's claimed you as his personal maid."
I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. "Is that what you're worried about?"
His gray eyes narrowed dangerously. "You find this amusing?"
"Actually, yes," I admitted, feeling unusually brave. "Owen just claimed Fiona as his personal maid, not me. He was teasing her mercilessly about it."
Landon's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, but the fierce possessiveness in his eyes remained. "He'd better not be lying to you."
"He's not. Poor Fiona was practically melting into a puddle of embarrassment when he announced it to everyone at breakfast."
