Cora’s pov.
I watched Creed disappear into the crowd of people… well not disappear as much as people practically parted in the middle and gave him a huge amount of space to stride through.
Out here, among his people, he was thoroughly in his element.
It was amusing and a little fascinating how much they feared him and it made me wonder if I should fear him that much as well.
“No funny business Cora,” Hunter said, he raised a finger and wagged it in my face. “Don’t bother trying to slip away.”
I had half a mind to bite off his finger.
“I wasn’t, at least not without you, watchdog,” I sneered at him, he returned the expression without flinching, clearly he was still sour about me stabbing him in the arm. If I was apologetic before, I sure as hell aren’t now. “Come on, I want to eat
