Zero Hour

DAKOTA

It hits me like a storm. Sitting in Hunter's living room with no clue of how I'd gotten here in the first place, I try to sort out my thoughts. Bits and pieces of my memories finally return to me, and I wince at the memory of throwing a mug at my own mate. Hunter walks in with a cup of coffee and beams at me.

His smile fades when he notices that I'm standing in his room awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"I want to go home," I tell him, and he furrows his brows at me.

"I guess the spell wore out," he mumbles, and I frown at him, puzzled.

"I liked you better when you were under the spell," he tells me, lowering the cup of coffee on the nightstand.

I move backwards, glancing at the door behind me.

"Not so fast, princess."

I freeze at the sound of Madam Noir's voice at the entrance of the room. She walks in and smacks me on the back of my neck. Instantly, my knees go weak, and she drags me further into the room with Hunter's help.

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