Blood Oath
When he met my gaze his eyes narrowed. "What?" he asked, the cigarette remaining between his lips.I pursed my lips. "Nothing.""Just say it, Pip."His eyes were dark yet they pulled me in. I was starting to get lost in them before I spoke again."I never expected you to be a smoker," I admitted. "I always thought you were trying to keep up the golden boy appearance."Hunter chuckled. "I gave up that facade a while ago. As for the smoking, it's a vice I can handle." He looks at the cigarette and rolls it between his fingers. "And I figure someone's going to end up killing me long before the smoke does."…