ASHER'S POV
I am bloody freezing and it is thanks to the night air and a patrol that might as well never end.
Guarding the borders feels like staring at a giant stone lie. I am just rounding up the last lap, two steps from the gates, when I see him, Hunter, strolling out like he owns the place.
He is calm, eyes focused, stride steady. Everything about it pisses me off more than anything right now.
Why is he coming out of the mansion? The barracks are at the other end of the territory so he really has no business coming out from there, especially at night.
So, I start after him, eyes on his back and every muscle on alert. My patrol is done, but this isn't over.
No, this confrontation is long overdue. I follow his steps past the marble porch, through trimmed hedges that m
