His Little Hunter
It was cropped short, only a few inches off her scalp, a sharp contrast to the soft features of her face.
It was one of the things that made her so unique to me. All the females I knew took great pains with their appearance, wearing their hair like a crown of vanity. Never had I met one who intentionally sheared hers off like a warrior.
She was indeed a warrior. A terrifyingly strong one by the reputation she’d amassed. The Mortal Reaper. Such a title was no small feat for a human, let alone a fragile looking female. Though, she was anything but fragile. I’d seen it first hand when she battled the twins. If it weren’t for their deception, they never would have bested her the way they had.
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