Hunter’s POV
When Eleanor tore open my shirt, I immediately knew what she was trying to do and a part of me was grateful she cared so much—I knew she was trying to check my wound.
I had indeed been shot, but bullets couldn’t harm me—that was the reason I had run at the attackers in the first place. If she had checked right after the gunfight, she would have seen the wound heal within seconds and I would have been exposed as what I really was.
There’s no way she could have known that, however, and now all I could do was pretend to be confused.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Eleanor avoided my gaze and a blush crept onto her cheeks.
“It was just an accident.” She said, briefly glancing at my now exposed chest.
I smiled playfully pretending that I thought she was just trying to see
