The biting wind chased up her skin, Eve's fingers shaking from the cold. She barely noticed as Vincent carried her through the forest. He had her tossed over his shoulder, the trees passing by as a blur. His hard body was completely nude, blood dripping down his chest. There were gashes and scratches along his skin and shoulders, but he didn't seem to care or notice.
Her heart was hammering in her chest, tormented and confused, filling with a painful ache. Her mind couldn't focus, overwhelmed by what had happened. All that blood, all that chaos. It played over and over in her head.
But one thought haunted her above all others.
Hunter.
Vincent was a hunter. She felt sick with the knowledge of it. How could she be so foolish? How had she not recognized his name?
A cold thought occurred
