There were many things Camren would call Cassandra; cunning, a liar, manipulator… a power-hungry b***h. But stupid wasn’t one of them. His accidental run-in with Hunter was proof of that. He was her personal huntsman, and one of the best, Camren grudgingly admitted, with one hell of a right hook.
Camren flinched at the violent memory. Rubbing his jaw, he could still feel the pain from Hunter’s beating.
How the hell the man had gotten that strong, Camren didn’t know, but damn it if Hunter didn’t kick Camren’s a*s all over the place. It was embarrassing. He was just thankful his injuries had all healed by his last visit to the castle. He knew he should have told his brother about Hunter, but Jacks had been having such a hard time with Sonya that Camren decided that getting the two of them
