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Everything I Own Fits Into a Bag
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2026-09-17 17:35:02
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Marked By My Prey Apparently The Man Who Broke My Life Wants To Save It
“What are you doing here?” My voice is flat, hard, and it carries enough that some heads turn our way. He smiles, completely unbothered, then turns to the matron. “Lucy, could you give us a moment?” Her cheeks turn red and she giggles. Actually giggles. “Of course, Hunter Axon, I'll leave you two love birds alone.” What? Love birds? Before she turns to go, she leans down, pats my shoulder and whispers gently. “Hear him out, honey. He really is sorry.” Her words leave me staring at her in disbelief, but I'm not too stunned to correct his lies. I pull my shoulder away from her touch. “He isn't my—” “Mrs. Yukon! More ale here!” a male customer calls out. “Ay, coming right up,” she responds, winking at me before bustling away toward the counter. I'm still half tempted to call her back, but I don't want to make a scene or play right into whatever he's planning. “You look nice,” Axon says immediately once the matron moves out of earshot. His eyes travel down to my fastene
Marked By My Prey A Bowl Of Bad News
Something bright and warm follows me across my face when I roll over. In my addled mind, it strikes me as strange, considering there isn't a window in my quarters.I open my eyes, squinting at the light and my gaze settles on an open window. I blink away the sleep, confusion seeping through before I remember where I am and what had happened. The inn. Yesterday. That I'd cried myself to sleep after not being able to stop.I stay where I am, not trusting myself to move. I can't remember the last time I cried this hard. I don't think I'd even cried when I found Axon and Elena. It was more rage than anything else and rage has always been easier to deal with. If only that was what had overwhelmed me yesterday.“Ugh…” I groan, my head and body throbbing when I finally sit up. I press the palms of my hands against my eyes and hold them there. Hel. It isn't only that my eyes feel swollen and raw, and my mouth tastes like something died in it. My stomach twists too, and for a moment I just si
Marked By My Prey A Goodbye I Couldn't Say
I haven't seen Rinna since Hel's temple, and to be honest, I don't want to. “What gate were you assigned?” I stare at her. She doesn't know yet. I'll have to tell her. The thought adds to the heaviness already sitting in my chest. “What gate?” she asks again. I shift my weight, the strap of my satchel digging into my shoulder. “I wasn't assigned to any.” Confusion replaces the worry. “Then where are you going without getting an assignment? Or did the Grandmasters assign you personally? Because if they did, you could have at least told me. I spent half the morning trying to find out where they'd taken you, and then I had to—” “Rinna—” “—argue with three different guards who apparently decided they suddenly couldn't speak to me, and when I finally got someone to tell me you'd met the Grandmasters, they wouldn't say what happened, so I thought maybe—” She doesn't finish. Her gaze drops once more to the satchel I am carrying. Then to my waist. Then lower. Her eyes linger on the
Marked By My Prey Everything I Own Fits Into a Bag
“Are these all?” I look down at the weapons spread across the table. My weapons. The throwing knives I had bought before my first hunt. The short blade with the nicked hilt from wedging too deeply between a rabid vampire's ribs two winters back. The crossbow Rinna had gifted me for my nineteenth as a joke because I'd always hated the things. My lip curls at the memory. She'd even engraved it with my initials so I wouldn't try to return it to the Guild. And I was glad I hadn't because it was what helped me bring down a vampire that ran from me, too far for my knives and blades to reach. It is then I remember the Quartermaster still waiting for an answer to her question. “Yes,” I say. “Hm.” The Quartermaster glances down at the inventory sheet in her hands before looking back at the table. “There are two daggers listed here.” She looks pointedly at my weapons, then back at me. “They're not here.” I blink. My daggers? I stare at the table as though the daggers will appear
Marked By My Prey A Reward For My Service
Powerlessness is a funny thing. After the past few days, you'd think I'd be used to it. You'd think I'd conquered it. That it doesn't scare me anymore. But somehow being helpless in Kaine's manor and being helpless here are two different things. One was forced upon me. The other has been a crushing weight I've lived with for years.I lower myself into the marble circle, one knee touching the floor, the other leg raised before me. My fist settles against my chest, the cuffs clanging as I bow my head.“Hail the Great Ones,” the words leave me.Silence. I count it the way I counted the guard’s footsteps, and by the tenth I start to question whether I even spoke at all. “Rise,” they all say at once after the fifteenth count, and I stand, resisting the urge to look up. I keep my eyes fixed somewhere just past the crescent of the table, not ready to meet their gazes.“Eira.”The gravelly voice comes from the center of the crescent table, and my eyes lift without meaning to. Grandmaster H
Marked By My Prey Nine Sets Of Eyes
By the time gray light creeps through the cell window, my thoughts have become heinous. I strain my ears for the fifth time, but other than the chirping of the tiny gecko that found its way in through the window, no sign of life comes. They should have sent for me by now. I drag air into my chest, trying to steady myself, but it doesn't work. Whereas nighttime is for the vampires, dawn is when judgment is passed on us—the humans who harbor them in any way—whether it be looking away when you're supposed to ring the alarm or, in my case, getting kissed and marked by one. My next breath doesn't come as easily as my last. I squeeze my eyes shut and bang my head against the wall. “Ugh.” I groan as a dull ache blooms at the back of my head. I hadn't meant to hit it so hard. Then again, I haven't been making the best decisions lately. I open my eyes and notice that the light has shifted from gray to pale gold. Hel's gate. They weren't planning on leaving me here to rot, were they? My t
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