...Hunter's POV...
I had been on edge all day. I had no idea why, but for some reason, I couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong.
"¿Patron?" Javier calls out, grabbing attention.
I turn around to look at him, crossing my arms over my chest in hopes of steadying my heartbeat. I wasn't that his presence made me nervous, only that I felt as though I was walking on pins and needles afraid that I would take the wrong step and trigger something. I couldn't explain why I was so on edge. I've been feeling like this for over a week now. But why?
Nothing out of the ordinary was taking place here. Rather, it had been rather silent. I had reclaimed my title, so no one even dared so much as talk out of turn. I made it painfully clear what I do to traitors. I had eliminated every singl
