I had to use my Air element to help me get Hunter to his house and swore under my breath as I dragged him to his bedroom through the living room full of broken things.
By the time we got here, Hunter was feeling really bad. I placed him on the bed, tearing the shirt off him. I touched his forehead gently and flinched at how hot it was. The ink on his skin shifted at once to where my fingers were and I cupped his cheek to allow better contact while I was thinking.
One of the slayers told me that if I gave him my blood it could help. But she was sure that we were mates. Which was probably ridiculous since Hunter already had his chance before he even met me. Yet it was tempting for my brain to go that way.
I took my hand away and Hunter groaned as if he was unhappy.
“What is it?” I asked
