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“Are these all?” I look down at the weapons spread across the table. My weapons. The throwing knives I had bought before my first hunt. The short blade with the nicked hilt from wedging too deeply between a rabid vampire's ribs two winters back. The crossbow Rinna had gifted me for my nineteenth as a joke because I'd always hated the things. My lip curls at the memory. She'd even engraved it with my initials so I wouldn't try to return it to the Guild. And I was glad I hadn't because it was what helped me bring down a vampire that ran from me, too far for my knives and blades to reach. It is then I remember the Quartermaster still waiting for an answer to her question. “Yes,” I say. “Hm.” The Quartermaster glances down at the inventory sheet in her hands before looking back at the table. “There are two daggers listed here.” She looks pointedly at my weapons, then back at me. “They're not here.” I blink. My daggers? I stare at the table as though the daggers will appear

Something bright and warm follows me across my face when I roll over. In my addled mind, it strikes me as strange, considering there isn't a window in my quarters.I open my eyes, squinting at the light and my gaze settles on an open window. I blink away the sleep, confusion seeping through before I remember where I am and what had happened. The inn. Yesterday. That I'd cried myself to sleep after not being able to stop.I stay where I am, not trusting myself to move. I can't remember the last time I cried this hard. I don't think I'd even cried when I found Axon and Elena. It was more rage than anything else and rage has always been easier to deal with. If only that was what had overwhelmed me yesterday.“Ugh…” I groan, my head and body throbbing when I finally sit up. I press the palms of my hands against my eyes and hold them there. Hel. It isn't only that my eyes feel swollen and raw, and my mouth tastes like something died in it. My stomach twists too, and for a moment I just si

“We're not looking for help.” I look at the freshly written HELP WANTED wooden sign hanging over the bakery entrance then back to the burly man wiping his flour-dusted hands on a rag in front of me. “But, your sign says—” “Frigg’s breath, I said I'm not hiring anymore.” My broken spirit breaks even more. “I only need a few hours of work,” I push, keeping my voice even. I swallow my pride before I continue. “I can haul sacks, clear the ovens, stack wood—anything. You don't even have to pay me in full coin.” “Listen girl, I don't care if you work for free!” He points, his voice booming so loudly that I wince and even a pair of passersby pause to stare. “I don't want your kind anywhere near my shop, and if you don't turn around and get out of my sight right now, I'm calling the town guards to drag you off!” I step back out into the muddy street, my jaw set so tight it aches, and pull my cloak tighter before turning away. “Vampire lover,” I hear him hiss and spit behind me. I pu

I jerk sideways before the knife can reach my neck. The person holding me stumbles with me, and the blade tears across my shoulder instead of burying itself in my chest. I hold back a scream as the hand around my arm finally releases. I barely have time to turn before the hooded figure lunges again. Pain shoots through my spine like lightning as they're slamming me into a wall. Black starbursts dot my vision as I'm pinned there. I twist again, trying to break free, but their body weight presses hard into mine, trapping my torso so tightly that there isn't even an inch of space to drive an elbow or draw a clean breath. My boots slide uselessly in the slick mud. “Stop making things difficult and accept your punishment girl,” a harsh, gravelly man’s voice sneers close to my ear. “I was told to make it quick, but if you test me again, I'll not only make it slow.” The flat of the cold blade runs slowly down the center of my chest, pressing hard against my tunic until the sharp tip

His eyes are green again. It happens so fast that, if it weren't for the cold creeping back into my skin where his warmth had been, I would think none of it had happened at all. Kaine steps back, and my knees threaten to buckle without his support, but I manage to steady myself before looking up at him.His jaw is set so tightly that I wonder if I'd imagined the softness entirely.“You should be more careful,” he says, breaking the silence between us.I glance down at our joined hands. His fingers have loosened around mine, as though he's trying not to hold on at all. “It was an accident.” I look back up in time to see a muscle jump in his cheek. “You still did.” His grip loosens further. “Next time, I might not be there to catch you.” Something unpleasant settles beneath my ribs. I keep my eyes on his, refusing to give him the satisfaction of watching me look away. “I never asked you to.” I step past him before he can respond.The shed smells of rust and wet dust. I hold back a s