One moment he was worried.
The next he was almost gentle.
Then he would remember he hated me, and the cold would return, along with words that somehow managed to break my heart even more.
Which they had no right to do.
I deserve it.
I should never have slept with him that first night, and I definitely shouldn’t have kept repeating the mistake until I fell into an abyss that’s become impossible to climb out of.
Eventually, I made him leave.
And somehow that hurt even more.
Which again, had no right.
No right at all.
Before he left, he threatened me, kissed the life out of me, and promised he’d deliver the person who’s hurting me on a spike.
I stay a few more hours, and when the constant buzzing of my phone becomes impossible to ignore, I press a kiss to Ophelia’s cheek and leave the room after making Octavia promise to keep me updated.
I barely make it two steps into the corridor before a hand closes around my arm and stops me short.
My breath catches.
Slowly, I turn my head.
And meet Hunter’s amber eyes.
“Hunter.”
He looks at me, too many emotions warring over his face.
“Are you going to him?”
I swallow.
The question is delivered without emotion, and that should reassure me.
Instead, it does the opposite.
Because beneath that calm exterior, I can see the threat.
The madness he doesn’t bother hide.
“You know I have to.”
“Do I?”
He takes a step closer.
Then another.
His hand closes around my throat.
“Do I?”
