"Tell me about yourself."
Cierra, annoyed at the request, lifted her head from the large pillow and glared at Hunter, who sat cross-legged on the edge of the wedge that lifted the bed about a foot off the floor.
"I already did."
Scoffing, Hunter shifted and glared right back. "Barely. All I know about you is those three measly facts you told me over dinner and what I can guess, which is practically useless because you're about as predictable as a the most angsty of teenagers. So spill or I'll make you scream despite your sore throat."
Cierra flinched back into the pillow, dragging the sheets up till they rested beneath her chin. "Since when did you care so much about any aspect of my personality?"
Her accent flared in the one sentence more than Hunter had ever heard, and she c****d an
