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Hunter's Confession
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2026-07-19 08:30:14Haydee
He came the way thieves come, over a wall built too high to climb, into rooms guarded too well to enter.
I woke to the weight of someone in the dark and had my power halfway up my throat before I placed the shape of him. Black coat. Deep gold at the collar. The wrong pack's colors standing in Lucien's white house.
Hunter.
"You have ten seconds," I said, "before I bring the whole of Bloodpine down on your head."
"I know."
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