Elise.
Jace threw the plastic cleaning bucket aside, the heavy container clattering against the hardwood as he began cussing in all colors of the rainbow. He wiped the thick, foul-smelling swamp water and wet feathers from his eyes, his face contorted in pure, unadulterated fury.
Then he lunged forward, his hands reaching blindly out to grab me, when the air was suddenly knocked from my lungs from behind.
I got snatched right out of nowhere. One second I was standing in the doorway celebrating my petty victory, and the next, the floor vanished beneath my feet.
“Put me down, you bastard!” I screamed, my voice bouncing off the high ceilings of the hallway.
It was Hunter. He had managed to toss me effortlessly over his shoulder like a sack of damp laundry. The same damned way Jace did ea
