265 The Urge To Hurt

Hera broke eye contact and glanced down at Hunter's throat. His Adam's apple moved up and down as he gulped nervously. His chest moved along with his rapid breathing, the black V-neck T-shirt clinging to his defined upper body. Hera's eyes slid down further to see his hands clamped into tight fists at his sides. With the firm grip with which he held Nathan's phone, it seemed that the phone would shatter.

By the time Hera looked back into his eyes, he had managed to hide his fears, and anger had started burning back in his eyes. He was now glaring at Hera, and she knew his patience was wearing out. She was taking too long to answer his question.