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Chapter 17 – Leverage

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Noah

My sister fights dirty, and I taught her that, so technically every bruise is my own fault.

"Dead," Tori says, pressing the blunt training knife against my ribs.

We're in the Pattersons' empty barn, where we've trained in secret every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday from five to seven in the morning for two years.

All she’s ever wanted was to be a hunter, but our father decided the family obligation lands on sons.

Daughters should be seen and not heard.

My sister decided otherwise. And I’m no
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  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 17 – Leverage

    NoahMy sister fights dirty, and I taught her that, so technically every bruise is my own fault."Dead," Tori says, pressing the blunt training knife against my ribs.We're in the Pattersons' empty barn, where we've trained in secret every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday from five to seven in the morning for two years.All she’s ever wanted was to be a hunter, but our father decided the family obligation lands on sons.Daughters should be seen and not heard.My sister decided otherwise. And I’m not letting her go out there without knowing what she’s doing.There are female hunters, but they’re few and far between, and treated with open disdain.I think it’s bullshit. Tori’s twice as bloodthirsty as I am."That's twice I’ve gotten a touch on you today. You going to tell me what's wrong with you, or do I keep stabbing you until it comes out?""Nothing's wrong with me.""Three weeks ago you'd have had my wrist pinned before the knife cleared."She steps back, resets her stance, long ponytai

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 16 – Fang Tax

    DaxRule one of vampires: don't.Rule two, if you absolutely have to: never owe one anything.It's eleven at night and we're about to break both rules before closing time, and it was my idea, which is the part Finn's going to dine out on for a decade."Explain again why we're doing this," Noah says.We're parked across from Vintage, the wine bar on Caldwell that doesn't advertise and never seems to go broke."Your words were, and I quote, I'd rather lick the highway.""Still would.""And yet.""And yet somebody carved a fresh receipt on my fence, your witch can't ask questions until the dark of the moon, and the thing about Maxim Drake is that he's two hundred and twenty years old and has turned secrets into a business model.”Just thinking about the damn leech gives me a headache.“Nothing moves in this county at night without him hearing about it. He's the shortcut."I crack my neck."He's also the most punchable creature alive, and he's not even alive, so keep your mouth shut and l

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 15 – Shopping for a Cage

    Noah"You smell like you’ve been rolling in it," Lillianna says, before I'm even through the door.No hello.She's at the table with a mortar and pestle, and the cottage smells like rosemary and woodsmoke and judgment this time around."Rolling in what?""Wolf."She grinds something with a small vicious twist."Last time you'd brushed against it. Now it's in your skin like smoke in a curtain. Sit down before you fall down, boy, you look like a man who's been sleeping in shifts."I sit. Arguing with her has the same success rate as arguing with weather."I need you to look at something please."I put the paper on the table.Drew it myself on paper, twice, because she doesn't read curses off what she calls a lightbox, and those of us who occupy the twenty-first century refer to as a phone.The nested lines went down wrong both times, like the shape resists being copied."She carves it where she takes them. We've found four now. Three old, one fresh."That gets her full attention.She wi

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 14 – Irresistible

    DaxThe heavy bag is losing, and it's still not helping.Six in the morning.Gym's not open for another two hours.I've been down here since four because lying in bed listening to the wolf was worse, and the bag's seams are starting to give, and my knuckles healed twice already, and none of it has touched the thing sitting in my chest.He ran, the wolf says, for the hundredth time. Not angry. Worse than angry. Bewildered. We gave him our name and he ran.It wasn't our name, I tell him. It was his name. I said HIS name.Ours. His. He took it with him when he ran. Go get it back."Morning," Finn says from the doorway, holding two coffees, taking in the bag, my hands, and the fact that I've apparently bleached the entire mat area at dawn like a crime scene."Oh no.""It's fine.""You cleaned. Voluntarily. At sunrise."He hands me a coffee like he's feeding a zoo exhibit."What did the mats see that you’re trying to bleach away, Dax?""Plenty.""I hate this job," he tells the ceiling. "I

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 13 – Tap Out

    NoahSparring with a werewolf is the dumbest idea I've had since taking this job, and I took this job."You're holding back," Dax says, circling me on the mats. Gym's closed, blinds down, one bank of lights on over the open floor. "Stop insulting me.""You heal in an hour. I bruise for a week. Forgive me for pacing myself.""Excuses." He feints left, lazy, telegraphing it on purpose. "You wanted to know how wolves fight up close. This was your idea, Hunter. Number twelve, if we're counting attempts on my life."It was my idea. That's the worst part. Four days since the office, four days of never again holding up beautifully, and my genius solution to the crawling charge between us was: let's touch each other for an hour and call it training.Tactical preparation. That's the official story. I've nearly died to an Alpha once already this month, and next time it won't be one who catches me and flirts with me. Knowing how they move is survival.The story has held up for about nine minutes

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 12 – The Same Cold

    Dax"Office," Finn says. "Now.""Funny. That's how the last guy started.""I can smell how it ended, move your ass and don’t get any ideas."Noah's already grabbing his jacket off the hook by the desk, ears red as exit signs, not looking at either of us."Shift's over," he announces to a wall. "I'm... home. Tomorrow. Bye."He's out the door like the building's condemned. And on fire. And right on the verge of being bulldozed.Through the front window I watch him stop by his truck, take out his phone, and read something. His whole face changes. Goes soft.The hatred and distrust he saves especially for me is completely absent.Her.Darling Heidi.Sender of the nightly get home-safe texts.The whole warm lit-up life he walks back into after every encounter we’ve had, smelling like me but focusing his attention on her.Something in my chest twists sideways and pulls.Ours, the wolf says, low and flat. Going to her den. Again. Are we just allowing that now? Is that the policy? Let me take

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