Hunted

“We’re in a relationship?” he asked, no inflection in his tone.

She lifted her chin. “Yes.”

“A real one?”

“Yes. Oh, and everyone knows.” She figured it would be best to throw that out there.

“Everyone?”

She felt her nose wrinkle. “Well, I’m not sure about your clan, but the others in our circle know. I thought you’d cotton on to it eventually, but you just didn’t.”

“So this is why Khloë keeps laughing at me?”

“Probably. You never can tell with Khloë.”

Seconds of excruciating silence ticked by. “How long, exactly, have we been in a relationship?”

“Officially? Since the night before we first babysat Asher together.”

His brows flicked up. “That long?”

“Yes

Most of her wardrobe. “Right, look, here’s how it is. I don’t intend to live in a separate place from my mate. Which is what you are. My mate. And not a fake one. Our relationship—yes, we have a relationship; we’ve been in one for months now—is nothing close to shallow. It’s serious, and it’s permanent. Deal with it.”

He didn’t react. Didn’t tense. Didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Nothing

“She’s an assassin in the making.” He looked at Levi. “Back me up on this.”

The reaper sighed. “You’re overreacting.”

“You hold her, then.”

“Fuck, no