~HUNTER'S POV~

I shouldn't be watching her. But I am. I shouldn't be tracking her every move like it matters.

But it does. And that bothers me more than I can admit—especially to myself.

She's standing near the floral arrangement by the east hallway, her hands busy adjusting a set of wine glasses on a polished tray.

Her hair is tied back in something loose and careless, wisps escaping to brush against her cheek.

She's wearing a plain dress. One of the spares the staff keeps on hand. ...