But I loved it. I craved it. I craved the fear he fills me with. It's a fear to walk the line. Fallan moves closer to the window, looking over my expression with furrowed brows. “What?” he questions. “You know where to find me when you're tired of your lap dog,” I mutter, letting my smirk finally meet my mouth at the sight of his dazed expression. Hunter is wide-eyed, looking between the both of us.
