Chapter 48 – The Price of Loving

(Brielle’s POV)

“You are mad,” cried Grandma, sighing as she sat in the chair.

“Yes, I am crazy, grandma.” I closed my eyes as I sat beside her. “Do you know how difficult it is for me to stay away from Cole?” I sniffled, propping my elbows on the top and covering my face with my palms.

Instead of answering my question, she held my hands, put them on my lap, and asked me about Raven again.

“Did Raven hurt you?”

“I already told you; he spared me today but warned me he’d kill me next time. As if it would happen,” I hissed, sneering as I looked at her. “I grew up believing the hunters are more like peacekeepers, balancing good and evil. That’s why we only hunt those like Raven and Monty. We were past those times burning the witches because of the belief they were evil, even if they're not.”

She nodded. “You are right.”

I shook my head. “Why is it like there is something more? Why did Raven say the Order was only using us to their advantage? What is it that they’re not telling us?”

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