Hunted

Nessa had told Landon about how Fiona had been behaving over the past few days. His concern had drawn him to come to check on her. But as he moved through the streets, he felt the hidden eyes on him. He heard the soft growls behind closed doors.

He did not outwardly react to any of it, focusing on reaching Fiona. But he kept his guard up the entire way there. As he stood outside her room waiting for her answer, he still felt the eyes watching him.

It hadn’t been long since his last visit, but something had changed dramatically in the mood and feeling of Summer. The tension in the air was thick, palpable.

“What are you doing here?” Fiona asked as she opened the door.

Landon raised his eyes to hers. She looked even more tired now than the last time he saw her. He swallowed and lowered his gaze as his heart ached to hold her.

“May I come in?” he asked.