CHAPTER SIX
Malcolm Hunter came down from the mountains like a roaring bear, no different than every other time that wild man’s descended in my personal kingdom. He arrives at Grady’s, searching me out.
The look of him – the scruffy beard, the shaggy hair, the denim and leather of his clothes – creates an aura I find hard to fight against. Is he the cure for my Hurst-crazy nights, when lying awake, that sinister ghoul populates my thoughts and manages my dreams in some magical way?
“I heard Eric left,” Malcolm starts right off while scooting in real tight against me. He has me trapped in the corridor behind the bar, his burly body pressed to mine. How quickly his hands capture mine and hold them to the wall beside my head. I’m not the kind of girl to give in to this kind of pushy advanc
