~HUNTER’S POV~
Self-control. Discipline. Restraint.
The three things I built my life on. The things that kept me grounded, kept me sharp, kept me from ever making a mistake.
And yet, lately, every time Celine was near, all three seemed to disappear.
At first, it was nothing. A glance. A fleeting thought. A moment so brief I could ignore it. But then it became more. It became constant. It became dangerous.
I found myself watching her too often.
Like when she moved through my office, careful and precise, dark hair falling forward as she bent down to pick something up.
Or the way she bit her lip when she concentrated, completely unaware that I was watching.
Or how, when she was with Caesar, she softened in a way that made my chest ache in a place I didn’t know could feel
