LENA'S POV"No more," I said, my voice shaking but loud enough to pierce the heavy quiet of the safe house. I was in the center of the room, my fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms. "No more illusions and no more cryptic warnings. If you’re going to haunt me, if you’re going to force me to watch my ancestors get slaughtered in my sleep, then you owe me a face."The shadows in the corner of the room rippled. The Hunter stepped forward, his tall, imposing frame draped in dark tactical gear, the terrifying, featureless mask gleaming under the dim overhead light. He didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, observing me. "You aren't ready for the answers you're demanding, Lena," his voice rumbled. "I don't care what I am!" I snapped, taking an aggressive step toward him, a sudden spark of heat flaring up in my chest. The image of the woman on the burning balcony flashed in my mind. The absolute authority she held, the way thousands trembled at her feet. I tapp
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