HUNTER'S POV
Everything was falling into place—she was finally warming up to me. Even the heavens seemed to be on my side tonight. I had hoped this would be the moment to start something real with her, a step toward the day I could reveal my true self… and tell her what she truly means to me. But then Tiffany had to ruin everything.
I saw Tiffany gearing up to strike Cyrilla after the slap—her eyes shifting color, claws beginning to extend. I had to act fast. With one strong push, I sent her flying across the floor to the far corner. Without hesitation, I mind-linked the guards, summoning them immediately. They arrived within moments, one of them carrying a towel and a jacket.
"Who let this woman up here?" I snapped, frustration tightening my voice. Their incompetence was infuriating.
