Clair
“I can smell him, Clair. Calm down! They didn’t leave us; they are already coming back.” Hope’s words felt like a blanket of comfort for my now chilled body.
A couple of minutes later, Hunter opened the door of the room and looked intently at me, “I thought you would still be asleep, sweets. Has it started again?” he asked, two lines of worry creasing his forehead.
“It’s starting,” I muttered.
Hunter sat on the edge of the bed by my side and lifted me by my waist, placing me onto his lap.
“I went to get some food, water, and something else.” His grey eyes had a gleam of mischief.
“I thought you had left,” I uttered, after I c****d my head to the other side, avoiding his gaze.
“Clair.” He exhaled deeply and tightened his hold around me, “I see where this is coming fr
