The Hunt (The Twisted Kingdoms, #1)

by Frost Kay

Wicked Hell. She was going to slap him. “I think it’d be best if you leave.” His brows rose almost to his hairline. “You’re not the mistress here.” He leaned down, his nose brushing hers, his gold-amber eyes glittering. “Don’t ever presume to command me again.” “Understood. But if you ever touch me like that again, I will cut your heart out,” she said simply and meant every word. No one touched her without her permission. If she had to use her bare hands to rip his heart from his chest, she would. “Release me.” She jerked her arm from his grasp and took a step away from the kitsune, trembling with anger, fear, and a touch of unwanted attraction. What was wrong with her? “I didn’t mean to make you feel unsafe,” he growled. “You didn’t.” No way would she admit such a weakness to him. “Whatever you say, luv.” He eyed her, shook his head mockingly, and touched the tip of his nose. “I’m Talagan, I can smell it all over you. A predator can always smell the fear of prey.” He. Did. Not. “Come closer again, and I’ll show you a predator,” she hissed, baring her teeth. “Such a little bloodthirsty thing,” Pyre crooned.