ADINNA
My heart refuses to settle as Hunter picks me up again and carries me across the rooftop, his arms strong and steady despite the wound bleeding along his side. My breath hitches with every step, not just from adrenaline or fear, but because of the closeness, the way his chest presses against mine, the way his body radiates heat that seems to seep into me.
Our faces are inches apart. His golden eyes, sharp and piercing, are fixed on me with that intense focus I’ve come to recognize as his protective mode. My pulse spikes uncontrollably.
My hand moves instinctively, pressing against his chest. His heartbeat is strong, erratic from the wound, and I can feel it thundering beneath my palm. The sound fills me in a way that makes my head spin, like I can hear it echoing in my own chest.
