I watched Emma try to kiss Hunter on the lips, her arms wrapping around his neck like some kind of possessive octopus. The pure shock on his face might have been comical if it wasn't so infuriating. Before I could even process what was happening, Hunter pushed her off him and away and rushed to my side.

Emma's face twisted with fury. I'd seen that look before… on Helena when she didn't get her way. That calculated rage that promised retribution. If I could live through Helena I could deal ...