Second chance?

Hunters POV

“Esme, it’s true.” My chest squeezes the words out and my mind dare not believe my eyes. It must be… fifteen years, no, sixteen, at least, since I watched her walk away from me. I have spent every single day of each of those years convincing myself it hurts just a little less every time I think of her. It’s all total bull shit. I distract myself from the pain, go hunting with Christian, take my frustrations out on the rogues we find in the search for his parents’ killers. I tell myself it’s in their name that I commit such depraved acts against the scum we encounter, and it is true, in part. It’s mostly to remind myself how to feel something other than numb, emptiness.

I know it comes across like I am no better than the rogues, after all I was one from the very day I came of age. But it’s not like that. I stumble through each day, numb and aimless, with no real sense of purpose or belonging. I don’t want to feel the pain of love or rejection, so I sought out the exact opp