The Hunted Hunter
And I will tell her that as soon as we get to the house.
We walked back to my place in silence, trying to appear casual in case anyone else was watching us. But if there were others around, Diana would know it, so we should be safe for now.
“So, do you have any actual food in this place?” The Hunter questioned.
Yes, I’m going to call him The Hunter. If I use his name, it’s like accepting that he’s staying. Sort of like if you name a stray cat or dog, you now have a pet. I don’t need a pet human.