Hunter watched the peasant walk into his space as though she owned it, it was not something he ever imagined being involved in but now that the cases had been turned, he had no choice but to pretend like he loved it. At most the only thing that could happen was that she would refuse to admit that she wanted his downfall and he could already predict it.
He wasn't a fool to allow a woman to come and twist things around.
"Stop sneering. She is a guest and should be treated nicely. You just have to be civil to her, I don't think that's asking for too much." Damon whispered into his ears, giving him no room to move away from the discussion.
The exchange glances speaking even more volumes than Amelia would have loved.
It was no news that the man in front of her didn't think she was
