Hunter’s eyes locked on Mirabella across the wide marble counter, his chest heaving from the run of adrenaline she had just caused him. She stood opposite him, palms pressed flat to the cool surface as though the slab of stone could shield her from his hunger. Her breaths came shallow, her cheeks flushed, and her lips trembled though she stubbornly lifted her chin.
“Stay there,” Hunter growled, his voice a low warning, his impatience was already pushing at the edges of his control.
Mirabella’s lashes fluttered. She tried to stand her ground, even dared a soft laugh that betrayed her nervousness. “W-what do you intend to do to me? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Hunter’s lips curved into a dark smirk. He leaned both hands on the counter, closing the space with his presence. “What I
