Mated To Valentine
We spot a few supernaturals.
A group of bounty hunters, gathered near the entrance of a bar. They’re talking in hushed voices, passing around a worn-out bounty poster—my bounty poster.
Achilles nudges me. "Oh, this is too easy."
I raise a brow. "What are you thinking?"
A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Watch and learn, love."
"Oi!" He calls out, swaggering over to the group, his Aussie accent thick.
The bounty hunters turn, sizing him up.