HUNTER POV

Marina’s voice rang out from the living room.

“Hunter? Carmen?”

I groaned quietly, still catching my breath as I pulled on my shirt. Carmen sat up in bed, her face pale, panic already creeping into her voice.

“Holy shit… what are we gonna do?”

“Relax,” I said, adjusting my pants. “I’ll handle her.”

I cracked the door open, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear. No sign of Marina in the hallway, just the low hum of the TV. I turned back toward the ...