ADINNA
Hunter’s eyes flash at me, a mixture of frustration and something I can’t quite place. “You do realize you’re worrying over nothing?” he asks again, voice low, edged with that raw, jagged tension I’ve come to recognize.
I blink, taken aback by the question. “Excuse me?” I ask, my voice firm, though my hands still tremble slightly from the adrenaline of earlier. “Why would I not help you?”
He looks away quickly, jaw tightening, the glow in his gold eyes dimming for a fraction of a second. I notice the faint tremor in his shoulders, subtle, almost imperceptible if you weren’t paying attention. “I… I don’t know,” he mutters, voice tight, almost a whisper. “I’m just… not used to… being cared for.”
The words hit me harder than I expect. My chest tightens, a flicker of warmth spreadin
