He raced to the Royal packhouse so fast that a few times I was afraid to fall off. But Rhys was appearing every time and holding me in place, the ink grasping me tightly. Too tightly sometimes.
I could feel the overall mood and it was not great.
I knew it.
Hunter shifted back into his human form at the entrance to the mansion and turned to face me with a menacing expression on his face. The ink left his body, covering his lower… parts and he grabbed me roughly, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Hey!” I shouted, but he ignored me, pushing the door with his feet and storming inside, “I explained everything!”
“Uh-huh!” Hunter grunted and kept walking, reaching the stairs in seconds.
“I had to do it,” I tried to reason with him, “I needed answers!”
“Of course, you did!” he slapped me on
