The giant of the man whirled and grabbed her wrist. Her fingers clenched where they were buried in the almost coarse pink strands of his hair, touching what felt like—​

“You have horns.”​

A rumble emerged from the man, drawing the attention of the guy with a shock of bright red hair next to him. When the redhead turned to look, his eyes widened almost comically, then he swore.​

“Hey, Mason. How about we let the pretty girl go, big guy?” The man was a foot shorter than the giant, his bright blue eyes seemed to snap with electricity, his lean frame practically vibrated with tension.​

The giant’s hands flexed possessively instead of letting go, not even bothering to turn to the smaller man. “Piss off.”​

The redhead sighed with relief, then turned those stormy eyes toward her, a smirk brightening his face. “Do you know horns are an erogenous zone?”​

“What?” Annora jerked her hands away, her face burning.​

The giant scowled and tightened his hold on her for a second, as if reluctant to release her—or just pissed at the interruption.​

“You might as well be stroking his c—”​

With a roar, the giant let her go and turned on his tormentor. He seemed to bulk up, gaining another foot in height. His teeth lengthened, his features became more exaggerated, his forehead larger, his horns actually growing. “Logan—I’m going to kill you very slowly, and enjoy it.”​

The redhead lifted his hands in surrender, dancing out of the way while the giant stomped after him