Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

“What are you doing here?” I close the book I was skimming and stand up, eyes darting around the store. There are a handful of other customers in here and I am not in the mood to get into anything with Easton right now.

Easton holds up his hands. “I just want to talk, I swear.”

“Fine,” I sigh, too tired to argue. Easton looks tired too, and though it feels like the fight in the woods happened ages ago, it was just last night. “How’s Melinda?”

“She’s going to make a complete recovery, thanks to you.”

“And Lucas,” I add pointedly, and Easton does a good job ignoring what I just said. “That’s good to hear, though. You know I always liked your sister.”

“I know. Which is why I wanted to thank you in person for everything.”

“Thank me?” My eyebrows go up. “That’s a first.”

“Come on, Callie.” Easton plows a hand through his hair. He’s only two years older than me but looks much older. The life of a hunter is tiring, stressful, and isn’t always filled with the healthiest choices.