“You did not see anything,” He growled, his face red, lips drawn into a thin line and eyes panicked. His nails bit into my skin, almost extended fully into claws and when I wrenched my hands out of his grip, I had to bite back a cry of pain as his nails tore my flesh.
The injury closed in a second, the pain faded but I had no time to dwell on the supernatural phenomenon as I turned to the horse s**t that grabbed at me again.
“What in God’s name is wrong with you? Get your filthy claws off me,” I screamed. It was not so easy to wrench out of his grip this time. He grabbed both of my biceps, roughly yanking me to face him.
“I do not care who you are, little Hunter, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, especially the king, I will hunt you down myself and I. Will. End. You,” He gro
