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Her temptation to fire an arrow at him was disturbed by a wolf appearing in front of him. “Target acquired, I’m going down.” Frank nodded, barking orders at the other three to only shoot at clear targets. It was hard to tell who was winning when she got downstairs, especially since the second group had been so much bigger and more prepared than the first. Star pulled the hood mask over her face to stop from being recognized and charged ahead, easily slitting the throat of a hunter who was overpowering a younger warrior with a blade she took from Maximus’ collection at the last minute.

I went out first before Harith. “I will search this side,” He proposed while pointing to the left hallway, and I nodded in response. We then headed to our separate paths to look for Hera--- What about Rhys? Tsk, don’t worry about her; she is too smart and strong enough to even die in such a situation. She can handle herself. As I sprint onto this gladly silent hallway, I checked for people before continuing to pass by and at the same time, look for a possible door. ---If she dies, it will also be the end of the contract. It is a win-win, you know, so stop worrying.

I say in a low breath but he says nothing. He places warm, open-mouthed kisses on my neck causing my body to scream with pleasure, “You are saying no but your body is saying yes me venatrix.” he lets out a low growl as his hands untie the front of my crop top exposing my bra underneath. {My huntress} I turn around slowly, Kye's eyes dancing with lust. I take a step towards Kye, not losing eye contact between us two as I stand on my tippy toes and place a kiss on his lips.

A song of the sword, twirling on the breeze. And then the voice, dry and entertained. “Didn’t expect to see you lot still alive.” Serena stood up too fast. There was one hard smack to her chest. A figure stepped out from among the trees. With her hood up, two long blades crisscrossing her back, and a silver clasp at her collar shaped like a falling star. The Huntress. “ Huntress." Lucian breathed. Serena didn’t know if she felt shocked or relieved.

"Every silver-spoon heir on the Atlantic coast trains for forest skirmishes. Let me guess, Harrison, you were the lead strategist for the academy team, weren't you?" "Two seasons running," he answered with a flare of pride. "Not that the title matters much out here." He downed his portion of the wine and watched the others follow suit before tightening the snare. "Most humiliating pup-hood crush?" Oliver winced before admitting, "The lead Huntress from that old silver-screen movie about the moon goddess." That pulled another genuine laugh from my throat, but Harrison looked stunned when I reached over to give Oliver’s shoulder a commiserating pat. "If it helps your dignity, I thought the lon

She rotated her shoulders, cracked her neck, then glanced back at the others who were watching her in tense silence. “Alright, bitches,” she said, voice louder than necessary, “line up and look pretty. We’re going to make this place regret waking the hell up.” Tora snorted. “You always have to make an entrance?” “I’m the Huntress,” Cheyenne replied, drawing her twin blades with a sharp metallic ring. “It’s kinda my thing.” Charlie fell into step beside her with a grin. “Lead the way.” Cheyenne lifted her nose slightly, sniffing the air. “This way. I smell rot, resentment, and bad parenting trauma. We’re close.”

His last encounter with a huntress did not go well and he made it a point to draw a very clear line that he’d never cross again. But that didn’t mean he should close off professional prospects in this world. He’d seen the systems and inventories and it was promising. Just because one huntress finagled him, it didn’t mean he should eradicate learning from them, especially not from her - the most luminous one of all.

Blue Lark Guild, Dread Hideout A woman entered the Blue Lark looking to hire an assassin. She’d passed the tower guards, passed the Courtyard Guards, and made it right in the front door of his fortress, and straight into the Winter Haven Alehouse for just that purpose. But Savage Jaxson saw her clearly for what she was. Royalty. His study zeroed in on her from across the room. Watching the way, she swept her cape and how carefully she stepped over a spilled drink.

The tracker is on the opposite side of the auxiAmyr table , on the loveseat, with his glass of bourbon or tequila or rum nearby. "So, how tractable do you need to converse with me?" He says in a loving tone. In fact, I trust your abominable spouse will appear from the shadows and kill us with his eyes full of contempt. Or then again with aconite and belladonna as dry ice. I mean, who's the chance that it's not the extra glass of booze? I investigate my brother. He points a little, subtly. “Well, uh, the Wild Hunt is here. — In Ramiro Red.

“That’s it! We have to do that every twenty-four hours, three times straight, and we’re good to go. We’re trying again tomorrow, so you won’t need to be looking up at me to know what’s next, but we’re as ready as we’ll ever be.” “So now we just sit and wait for Haunter charming to show up,” Trisha said with a mocking smirk. That was the exact moment my phone buzzed on the table. With an incoming text from the Haunter Charming himself, telling me —because he didn’t ask— to call him. I rolled my eyes, snorting. “Are you here, Ann?” “She’s serving dinner,” Amy replied. “Why?” “Fucking arrogant prick. He’s still a thousand miles away from here and I’m already fucking sick and tired of his bossin