THE LITTLE LAMB IN THE WOLVES’ DEN

Hunter’s POV

I sat behind my desk, the warm glow of the security monitors casting shadows across my face. Smoke curled from the cigar between my fingers, thick and slow like the poison coiling in my blood.

Mirabella.

She haunted me like a soft ghost, delicate and infuriating. Her innocent looks were like knives dipped in honey; sweet enough to lure, sharp enough to cut. I wanted to cut her back. Slowly. Deeply.

The door to my office opened without a ...