Chapter 14. Midnight Rounds

Hunter scooped up peanut brittle flavored ice cream and stuck it in his mouth, his ice-blue eyes regarding me curiously, as if he expected something.

What that may be, was anyone's guess. But, when he lowered the spoon from his lips, sticking it in the ice cream and leaned against the table, I figured it out.

It was in the way he stared at me, unsmiling, and looking all scary and what you'd expect from a rogue. I bet he was used to people fearing him, fleeing his presence, tails tucked in tight.

Me? I was not leaving this room first, even if I had to die here. Besides, I was here before him and I wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon.

"Just like you, I felt like a snack," he drawled. "Is that a crime?"

I eyed him for a moment, then added another item to my list. Stock up on toiletries. "No. But don't you think it's rude to do that in someone else's house?"

"I see. I guess you've got a point." He took a bit of ice cream, then licked the spoon cle