Semua Bab His Little Hunter: Bab 1 - Bab 10

ALLISONI smiled when he did, the force of his rage washing over me like a cooling balm on fevered skin. There was no easier target than one blinded by emotion, especially when that emotion was one as volatile and consuming as anger. I evaded his careless attack with a fluid sidestep, dipping under the fist he swung at my head and sliding to his back.Maybe this was exactly what I needed. A fight to anchor me, to keep my mind off the disconcerting changes tearing through my body. Nothing lifted my mood quite like the opportunity to pummel leeches.For the first time in days, the static in my head cleared. I was relieved of the sensory overload that had threatened to madden me.The leech stumbled, momentum carrying him forward, but he hastily righted himself, spinning to throw himself at me once again. Appearance-wise, the vampire looked level-headed; handsome, composed, but appearances were a treacherous currency. I’d learned that a long time ago. The way he moved was anything but comp

ALLISONMy eyes remained fixed on the empty space where the Royal had stood, the ghost of his presence still pressing down on my lungs. The threat was gone, I was safe, yet my heart continued to hammer against my ribs like a trapped bird, the rhythm so frantic it made my sensitive ears throb.Nothing else registered. The wind, the sirens, the groans of my squad, it all faded into white noise. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. The fear he had stirred up was so potent it tasted like copper on my tongue.A Royal... Here, of all places.I knew it was impossible to avoid crossing paths with the aristocracy of the undead given my occupation, but I never imagined meeting one again this soon. I always thought I'd be prepared when the day finally came. I thought I had buried that scared little girl deep enough.But I wasn't ready. I still wasn't over it. I still wasn't over what HE did to me.From the twin vampires nearly feeding on me to the Royal’s terrifying intervention, it was obvio

ALLISONBoth our heads snapped toward the door to meet the new visitors, or rather, the audience.Three figures framed the doorway; The Leader, Lacey, and Dr. Miyuki, the head of the clinic. It was the greying, diminutive doctor who had spoken. She stood beside the Leader, one hand tucked into her pristine white lab coat, a stethoscope draped around her neck. Her silver hair, the only betrayal of her fifty-plus years, was cropped into a sharp bob that barely brushed her slender shoulders.Her dark eyes glinted with mischief, and the cheeky grin plastered on her face made me want to crawl into a hole and die. Dr. Miyuki was the one person who knew the depth of my pathetic feelings for Damien, and the one person who never hesitated to roast me for them.She stepped forward, prowling to the edge of my bed and placing a cool hand on my forehead.“Are you running a fever? You’re red as a beet.”My face only grew hotter at her words.“I’m fine,” I snapped, slapping her hand away. I hated the

ALLISON Not now. Not fucking now.I cursed silently, struggling to wrench myself free, but the arms caging me were bands of iron. He wasn’t budging. He wasn’t even straining. Even when I tried to torque my body to get a look at the bastard, I couldn’t, his hold was absolute. My back was welded to a wall of solid muscle.Just what I needed, a drunk, clingy stranger trying to cop a feel in the middle of a mission.I inhaled a sharp breath, willing myself not to plant my elbow in his jaw. No violence. You can’t cause a scene here. Not with Melissa so close.“Can you let me go? I’m not in the mood for a dance,” I yelled, pitching my voice to carry over the booming bass, though I knew a simple refusal never stopped predators like this.He gave no response. Instead, his grip on my waist tightened, pulling me impossibly closer until there wasn’t a breath of air between us.For a fleeting second, I contemplated reaching for the blade tucked in my boot, but I crushed the impulse. I couldn’t ri

ELIASTime didn't just stop, the world narrowed. The noise, the strobing lights, the stench of sweat and cheap liquor, it all fell away into a grey blur.Everything faded but her.The Hunter stood amidst the writhing crowd like a singular flame in a void, her radiance nearly blinding. She was a goddess walking among peasants, a lioness wading through sheep.She was beautiful. It pained me physically to admit it, but there wasn’t a single female in this club, human or immortal, who held a candle to her. She was flawless. Breathtaking. A calamity wrapped in skin.She oozed an air of lethal confidence as she strode through the chaos, so unlike the trembling, broken bird I’d seen that night in the alley. This was her default setting; A proud, powerful predator. The Mortal Reaper.For some reason, that pompous, dangerous air she exuded was more aphrodisiac than any perfume.She looked the same as I remembered, yet infinitely more devastating. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was a moth, and