Mirabella’s face was pale by the time they finally reached the upper part of Devil’s Den. The wild pounding of music, the smell of smoke and sweat, and the strange sights she had witnessed below still haunted her mind. Her lips trembled faintly, but she said nothing. She felt a strong urge to get away from all the noise and faces.
Hunter was silent beside her. For once, he wasn’t pushing her. He wasn’t demanding she accept his world, wasn’t ordering her to look at him or anything else. He gave her space, watching her quietly from the corner of his eyes as they walked together. His hand didn’t leave her lower back, but his grip wasn’t hard. It was more like an anchor, keeping her close and steady not to fall.
The silence between them was thick. Mirabella’s mind was spinning, but she held
