The air inside Mirabella’s room felt heavy.
Her hand, still holding a little pose, trembled slightly as her wide eyes landed on him.
He sat there in the dark like he owned the place. His long legs stretched out lazily, one crossed over the other, his arm resting casually on the arm of the chair near her window. But there was nothing casual about his presence. His body radiated danger, his aura demanding, even though he wasn’t saying a word.
“Come here, Mirabella,” he said, his voice low, husky, and heavy with command.
Her pulse raced faster. “What are you doing here? How did you get inside my house? ” she asked, her tone sharp though her throat felt dry.
Hunter tilted his head slowly, his piercing eyes never leaving hers. “I left for a few days and you thought you were free of me. Di
