Page 14 of When He Hunts

He’d been able to tell that in the dark? He must have phenomenal night vision. She had really shitty night vision.

“It’s venomous. It was four freaking feet long, and it was about to bite you because you’d nearly run right on top of it as it came out of the water!”

His eyes were icy chips of blue rage.

Luna cleared her throat. Swallowed hard. “You tackled me, so if I nearly hit the snake, isn’t that on you?”

If possible, his eyes narrowed even more. “I tackled you because you were running straight into the water. Could you evenseethe water?”

She’d been pretty frantic so… “Guess you have better night vision than I do.”

His nostrils flared.

Wow. This close, there was no denying the obvious. “You are awfully attractive for a hitman.”

His nostrils flared again. “You think you’re gonna charm me now, Luna?”

No, she just thought that she was helluva scared, and she’d blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

He leaned in even more. Was practically nose-to-nose with her. “Not that I’m counting,” he gritted out. “But that is the second time I saved your life. The first was when I stopped thosethreeassholes from slashing you to pieces in the street.”

Another swallow from her. Or more like a gulp. “Sounds like you are counting to me.”

“Luna.”

“I-I would say your name in return, but you haven’t given it to me. So…hitman.”

His gaze assessed her. A blue that seemed to see right through Luna. A blue that was utterly inscrutable in that instant.

Her breath came out way too fast. Again, he didn’t seem to be breathing hard at all, despite the fact that he’d chased her through the night and carried her back to the cabin. “What’s your name?” she whispered.

“Ronan.” Bit off.

“Ronan…what?” Like a last name mattered, but she still asked the question anyway.

“Ronan Walker.” Snapped.

Yep, he was definitely pissed. She’d attacked him. Run. Nearly gotten bitten by a snake. “Is that your real name?”

“No.”

Well, crap. “That’s okay. I’ll still just call you Ronan.” Probably a hitman rule not to give out your real name. “Luna is my real name, by the way.”

“Iknow.”

She wet her lips.

His gaze immediately dropped to her mouth. Was it her imagination or did the blue blaze even more?

“What are you going to do with me?” Luna breathed.Don’t kill me. Don’t cuff me again. Don’t drug me. Don’t put me in a trunk.

“Not what I want.” He was still looking at her mouth.

What kind of answer was that? “Ronan?”

He jerked back from her as if he’d been burned. Then he was reaching into his pocket, and he was pulling out—oh, God, he was pulling out?—

A phone.

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