All Chapters of His Little Hunter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ELIAS "She's pretty. But a hunter... talk about terrible luck." "I didn't call you here for your commentary. I called you here to heal her." I snatched Melissa's hand away from the hunter, and she stared at me with a deliberately blank expression before her dark eyes shone with knowing mirth. "Look at you getting all protective. I didn't know you had it in you." I glared at the witch. She was deliberately messing with me. "Just heal her." Mel sighed and shrugged her shoulders casually. "I don't know what you want me to do here. She's already healing rapidly. You fed her your blood, didn't you? That's far stronger than any healing spell I could cast." I flinched, her pointed words almost feeling like an accusation. Before we'd left Eliza's mansion, I'd feared that lifting the hunter without knowing the full extent of her injuries would do her more harm than good, so I'd fed her some of my blood. Just enough to help speed up her healing and prevent further internal damage. Misuse

ELIASMy heart skipped every other beat as I gazed into her eyes. That unique, mesmerizing mix of green and brown would never cease to fascinate me. They were wide with surprise, trailing down from my face to my arms holding her up and then to her exposed breasts. And then they narrowed into dangerous slits. I braced myself for the blow that was inevitably to come, and the hunter did not disappoint. A loud cracking sound echoed through the room as her palm connected hard with my cheek, and then I found myself flying backwards after receiving a powerful kick to my midsection. To my genuine surprise, her kick had knocked the air clean out of my lungs, and it took me a second longer than it should have to rise to my feet. The muscles in her legs were clearly not just for show. She jumped to her feet on the bed, grabbing the covers and clutching them tightly to her body, her blazing hazel eyes glaring at me like I was dirt beneath her shoe. "What the fuck did you do to me, you sick pi

ELIAS The hunter was on her feet, her hazel eyes blazing with fury like wildfire as she glared at Mel. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had gone bone-white, the tendons in her hands standing out in sharp relief. There was no mistaking the suffocating tension in the room. The air around the two females crackled and sparked like lightning about to strike. "What's going on here?" I asked, placing the tray of food carefully on the bedside table. "Nothing that concerns you." The hunter snapped, tilting her head slightly in my direction without actually turning to face me fully. My gaze traveled to Mel, and she shook her head almost imperceptibly. "It's nothing," Mel said as she rose gracefully to her feet, but I could tell she was lying through her teeth. Just what had transpired between them in the short time I was gone? "Since you're back, I'll head down with Dante." Even after Mel exited the room, closing the door softly behind her, the hunter continued to sizzl

ALLISONMy thoughts strayed to the weapon that usually sat comfortably at my hip, and my lips pressed into a tight line. My sword wasn't here. But of course, the royal wouldn't be stupid enough to leave me alone with a weapon within reach. Forget the sword. I'd find a way to reclaim it eventually, but for now, I had to get out of here. I'd be a fool to waste this chance, no matter how deeply the blade had carved itself into my identity. I tamped down the sense of loss that arose from the thought of leaving my sword behind and forced my focus to the task at hand. It was a little before sunset, and the sky was slowly bleeding into darkness. If I was going to make a move, it had to be now, now while the sun still reigned. Sunlight was a vampire's greatest weakness and my greatest advantage if I was going to make it out of here alive. While I knew some of the ancient ones could tolerate the sun's touch, the thick blackout curtains smothering the balcony told me this one couldn't. He must

ELIAS The sun only posed a minor inconvenience as I made my way to the balcony, my skin prickling uncomfortably beneath its rays. I looked over the railing at the ground far below. Did that stubborn female really jump from this height? Of course not. I soon found the makeshift rope she'd fashioned hanging off the bottom railing, swaying gently in the breeze. Now I knew where the missing bedsheet had gone. Despite my annoyance, I found myself grudgingly impressed. What a clever little wench. She couldn't have made it far. Not even half an hour had passed since I'd left her alone in the room. I gazed ahead, scanning the grounds, and as I suspected, the hunter hadn't made it too far. In the far distance, a small figure looking no larger than an ant from where I stood hurried away with desperate determination. She'd only reached the edge of the forest when I caught sight of her. Still, it was impressive that she'd covered that much distance already in her weakened state. "You really h