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He wants her frightened.

My jaw tightens.

Bad idea.

“You find something?” Nora asks quietly behind me.

I glance back at her. “Yeah.”

Her face pales slightly. “What?”

“He’s getting cocky.”

“That doesn’t exactly make me feel better.”

“It should.”

“How?”

“Cocky people make mistakes.”

Her eyes hold mine for a second longer than necessary.

“You really believe you can stop him.”

It’s not a question.

I step closer again, stopping directly in front of her while rain and wind hammer the cabin outside.

“Yeah,” I say simply.

“Why?”

“Because he’s hunting somebody on my mountain.” My gaze drops briefly to her mouth before lifting again. “And I don’t lose.”

The air changes between us after that.

Sharpens.

Her breathing shifts slightly, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

Attraction.

Awareness.

Dangerous combination.

“You really need to stop looking at me like that,” she murmurs.

“Like what?”

“Like you already decided something.”

Maybe I have.

I take the bag from her hand before she can argue again and sling it over my shoulder.

“We need to move.”