221 Stalking With A More Open Mind

The blanket served as the barrier between her and the rest of the world, and Hera wanted to believe she was safe, hidden under it. Her eyes were wide open inside the cover, eyeballs moving back and forth restlessly though there was no trace of light. Her heartbeats finally settled and resumed their regular pace.

The carbon dioxide she was letting out inside the blanket turned the air hot, and it didn't take more than a few minutes for her to feel suffocated. She needed fresh oxygen to breathe. Sighing in utter frustration, Hera lifted the cover off her face. Eyeing the white ceiling, she inhaled a lungful of air.

She pulled out her phone from under the pillow and opened the lock only to meet Hunter's gorgeous face. Yet again, she was disappointed to find no missed calls or messages from him. She glared at the screen, scowling at him.