-Evan-
She was right—I wasn’t Hunter. No, I was something far worse. The way she looked at her daughter was infuriating. She could shoot daggers at me all she wanted, but if she so much as cast a disapproving glance at Madeleine, I would kill her.
Without realizing it, I took a step forward, but Madeleine grabbed my hand, holding me back. This was her confrontation. She needed to face her mother alone. Instead, I gripped her hand tighter, feeling her mother’s realization slowly dawning.
“Who is he?” she sneered, glaring at her daughter.
Madeleine straightened her back. Despite the fear I could feel through our bond, there was a surge of power within her that made me proud of my little mate.
“He is my mate, and his name is Evan!”
I thought I knew a thing or two about death stares, bu
