Free Obsession by Jennifer Armentrout

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    Staring at the back of his broad shoulders, I pictured a spider monkey landing on him and biting his neck, total vampire style. Actually, maybe zombie style. That would do more damage. “So, you just said that because you think you’re funny?”
    “I know I’m funny.” Hunter spun around and crossed the distance to the island. He placed a glass of dark wine in front of me .
    My skin felt tight. “I don’t know what to even say.”
    Leaning his elbows on the table, he took a sip of his wine. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions. We might as well get this out of the way.”
    God, he didn’t have to sound so put out over everything, but I bristled silently. Getting into an argument with him wasn’t going to solve anything. It was the same as dealing with students. Sometimes you had to be the bigger person.
    Or human.
    “I do have a lot of questions,” I said.
    “I bet you do,” he murmured, watching me over the rim of his glass. “A lot of dumb ones, too.”
    A sharp tingle was inching across the back of my skull, spreading like heatstroke. “You’re an ass.” There went being the bigger person.
    “And you have a potty mouth.” Hunter flashed a quick grin.
    I took a deep, calming breath as he finished off his wine in one gulp. I hadn’t even touched mine. “Are you going to answer my questions or just insult me?”
    Hunter chuckled. “Possibly a little of both.”
    My hands curled into fists.
    Smirking, he prowled around the island. His movements were graceful and fluid, but it was like he was forcing himself to slow down. My breath stalled out as he sat beside me, spreading his thighs wide so that one brushed my leg.
    Like lightning, his hand was in my hair, gently wrapping the strands around his fingers. “Your hair is beautiful,” he murmured. “It’s the color of light.”
    Okay. Not weird or anything…
    Sort of fascinated, I watched him straighten my hair out before him. He inspected each strand, twisting it as it caught and reflected the light. An odd look, almost like awe, skittered across his striking features.
    His gaze flicked up, meeting mine. He dropped the strand. “Ask a question.”
    Gripping the stool, I scooted away. The metal legs made this horrible scratching sound. “Where am I? And please a little more detail than just the state.”
    Hunter inched his stool toward mine, taking back the distance. Even sitting down, he was a good head or two taller. He leaned in, so that his face was inches from mine .
    My throat dried. “You’re in my personal space.”
    “You’re in my home , therefore that cancels out your personal space.”
    “Your logic is faulty.”
    He cocked his head to the side, lashes lowering. “My logic is the only logic around here. You need to get used to that.”
    And he needed to get used to blunt objects being thrown at his head, because it was about to happen again. “Are you going to answer my question?”
    “You’re in a small town…outside of Elkins.” He reached over and inched the wineglass toward me with the tips of his fingers. “Drink.”
    I stared at the wineglass.
    “Drink, Serena.”
    My gaze cut to him. The authority in his tone raised every hackle and it also… I so wasn’t finishing that thought. “Are you always so demanding?”
    “Very,” he said, sitting back. “Drink.”
    Muttering just about every foul word I could, I picked up the wine and took a sip—a very small sip. “Happy?”
    “Very.”
    I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Several moments passed in silence, so I took another drink…and then another. Still no word from Hunter. He was just sitting there…watching me with heavy hooded eyes. His eyes…they were too pale. Like all the color had been leached from the blue.
    My hand shook a little as I put the glass down. “Why am I in West Virginia?”
    “It’s the last place they will look for you.”
    “Who? The other…alien you were fighting?” The wine created a nice little pool of