“I’ll find it. I’m a Hunter,” she snapped, throwing the words over her shoulder without breaking stride.
Adolphus winced theatrically, one hand lifting to his temple as though her words had physically pained him. “You might want to keep that down,” he warned, his voice quieter but no less firm.
That stopped her. She turned to face him, her golden eyes blazing as she leveled him with a glare that could have melted steel.
For a moment, they stood there in silence, her anger crackling in the air between them like an electrical storm.
Adolphus just smiled, a slow, crooked grin that didn’t bother hiding his amusement. “Careful,” he said softly. “Your glare might actually work if you keep practicing.”
Her jaw clenched, and without another word, she turned sharply on her heel and resumed her march toward the settlement, her strides longer and quicker than before.
Adolphus shook his head with a small laugh, falling into step behind her.