Chapter 24
“This isn’t what you want to do.”
Hunter’s voice was strained, his body tense and poised for battle as I slipped beneath his skin. I wasn’t even sure he knew I was present, in fact, the intensity of his focus blocking out small matters like a mind-melding mate.
Not that I blamed him. Because the view before our eyes would have raised my hackles too if I’d had a physical body to command. The cabin around us was dimly lit, no windows breaching the log walls and only the open door behind our back letting daylight shine inside. Meanwhile, beneath the scent of blood, the residence smelled musky and dangerous, like the den of an overwintering predator.
This is what Goodpasture’s house should have smelled like, I realized. Perhaps that’s why I’d been so edgy when Hunter and I first
