ELIAS
The hunter was on her feet, her hazel eyes blazing with fury like wildfire as she glared at Mel. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had gone bone-white, the tendons in her hands standing out in sharp relief. There was no mistaking the suffocating tension in the room. The air around the two females crackled and sparked like lightning about to strike.
"What's going on here?" I asked, placing the tray of food carefully on the bedside table.
"Nothing that concerns you." The hunter snapped, tilting her head slightly in my direction without actually turning to face me fully.
My gaze traveled to Mel, and she shook her head almost imperceptibly.
"It's nothing," Mel said as she rose gracefully to her feet, but I could tell she was lying through her teeth. Just what
