Zev’s POV.
“Damn, I think she’s feeling that mate bond now,” Hunter chuckles, as Faith gets to her feet, clutching the blanket to her, her eyes flick at him momentarily before landing back on me.
“Leave,” she demands. I take a step back, my heart plummeting. “Not you,” she says and turns again to look at Hunter, “take a walk,” she nods her head towards the door.
“Yes, boss,” he laughs, “good luck, buddy,” he calls over his shoulder as he closes the bedroom door behind him, leaving us alone in the bedroom. I start to feel a little intimidated by her gaze and I hold out the coffee to her like I’m trying to tame a wild animal with a steak. Her eyes move to my offering and she smirks.
“You are mine, I see that now,” she purrs. I nod in agreement like a scared little boy unable to find m
