Hunter's POV

That damn cop. He surely was not raised by a mother when he treated me that way. Me, Hunter Caspian Middleton, of all people, and he even made me leave my car by the road side, only to be dragged to the station in his deranged doughnut-smelling siren car, and I'm pretty sure that by the time we're done, I was going to have a parking ticket in my official record; way to go officer.

The exterior of the station was adorned with flowers and marble floors, leading up to a giant ...