Hunter scooped up peanut brittle-flavored ice cream and stuck it in his mouth, his ice-blue eyes regarding me curiously as if he expected something. What that might be was anyone’s guess. But when he lowered the spoon from his lips, stuck it in the ice cream, and leaned against the table, I figured it out.
It was in the way he stared at me, unsmiling and looking all scary—the way you’d expect from a rogue. I bet he was used to people fearing him, fleeing his presence with their tails tucked in tight.
Me? I was not leaving this room first, even if I had to die here. Besides, I was here before him, and I wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.
“Just like you, I felt like a snack,” he drawled. “Is that a crime?”
I eyed him for a moment, then added another item to my list. Stock up on toi
