Briana watched him gather his breaths - and his thoughts. It was clear that he needed to consider his words before answering her and that somehow aggravated her more. Her jaw was tense and clenched before he even started speaking.
"This is my territory, Jamie, and Bishop is more than some jerk. He's dangerous. You don't get to keep this from me because there's 'something different' about him. You don't get to make that decision for me." How could she have missed this? He'd been in her territory for months and she hadn't known. What kind of protector was Briana? Because above being a hunter, Briana was a protector of the people in this town. She took that promise and duty seriously.
She stood up and paced away from him, gathering her breath. Getting angry was not going to solve anything. Neither would the reproaches. She rubbed at her forehead for a moment, then turned to face him again. "What does he want?"