Nora's POV
"Why don't you just call me a half-breed and get it over with," I mutter, my eyes rolling skyward in exasperation.
"Back off," Brent snarls, his body instantly shifting into a protective stance between the hunter and me, his muscles coiling with barely restrained tension.
"Of course you're defending her," the hunter scoffs, nudging his companion with sharp elbow jabs. "Can you believe this garbage?"
The third member of their little hunting party studies Renata for a long moment before shaking his head with obvious doubt. "I don't know, man. Word was she got herself married to some bloodsucker."
"It's definitely her, I'm telling you," the first hunter insists with vicious certainty.
"And I'm standing right here," I state flatly, my voice cutting through their debate like ice. "Yes, I'm Nora King. Sutton was my maiden name." I force my lips into a smile that doesn't reach my eyes, biting back every sharp comment about the Sutton family since Lena stands behind me.
