ADINNA
I want to push, to ask why because curiosity is gnawing at me. I want to know, bit Dean’s warning,.,
“There are things about Hunter’s you don’t know.”
The echo of his voice in my mind sends a ripple of unease through me. I remember how serious he looked, the way his words left a chill that made me uneasy even then. I nodded, pretending to understand, but now it matters. Every word resonates. Every warning sharpens.
Hunter notices me staring, his brow furrowing. “Adinna… what’s wrong?” His voice is low, steady, but there’s a tension threaded through it. Gold eyes flicking over me, searching.
I swallow hard, struggling to find the words. How do I even begin? He saved my life—he fought like a storm to keep me safe—and now I’m tempted to ask questions about things so personal, thin
