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Now, the thought of telling him about Asher made my stomach twist.
I looked down at the hunter. His jaw set, his brow furrowed even in sleep and something softened in my chest.
Former hunter.
That’s right, I thought, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
He wasn’t my enemy anymore, or at least, I didn’t think he was. But did he feel the same about me?
CHAPTER SIX
ASHER
The first thing I noticed was the ache.
A sharp, persistent pain throbbed through my leg, making me grit my teeth before I was even fully awake.
The second thing I noticed was the vibration.
A low, constant hum surrounded me, jostling my body just enough to make my stomach roll.
I blinked my eyes open and tried to focus.
Dark. Cramped. The scent of old leather and metal.
Luggage. Rows of them. The realization clicked into place, my thoughts sluggish and hazy. I was lying in a train’s baggage hold.
Panic shot through me, and I jerked up, only to collapse back down with a muffled groan as a hot spike of pain shot up my leg.
I gasped, the air sharp in my lungs.
“Easy there, hunter.”
The voice, deep and smooth with just the slightest hint of amusement, washed over me.
I turned my head toward it, my vision adjusting to the dim light.
Gael was sitting a few feet away, his back against a stack of suitcases, arms loosely draped over his bent knees.
His eyes were dark, shadowed with something I couldn’t place. Concern, maybe?
No. That couldn’t be right.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice softer this time.
I swallowed, my throat dry and raw. “Like I got shot in the leg.”
He smirked, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. “Well, that’s because you did.”
I dragged my gaze down to my leg. A clean bandage wrapped tightly around my thigh.
I lifted a trembling hand to touch it, almost disbelieving.
Gael did this?
I couldn’t reconcile the image of the ruthless vampire I knew with someone who would stop to patch up a human, let aloneme.
I glanced back at him. His face was unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line.
