Roaen growled at Dax's words and pushed the small girl behind her. She stood chest to chest with him, or as much as her small stature would allow and snarled, her nails lengthening at her sides.<br/><br/>"You are not being alone with the bitch," she growled. Hell, no. It was not going to happen. She had already decided that she was going to keep this male, whether he liked it or not. "She is not to touch you, unless I say otherwise. You are mine."<br/><br/>Her hazel eyes met his green ones, challenging him. She had been around for awhile and once she found something she liked, she held on, claws sunk deep. He needed to know where she stood and if he didn't like it, he could go fuck himself. She hadn't felt so strongly about something in such a long time. Her voice was huskier now, deeper in her anger, and she could feel Silva's nervousness as if filled the air.