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I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Thana stated, backing me up. “Let’s get started.” My team paired off into groups of two, leaving me to spare with Thana, my second in command. We practiced with our blades and blocking oncoming attacks. Although guns now existed, immortal creatures had no interest in them, mostly because they did little damage to immortals, it was the equivalent of shooting a person with a BB gun. Not effective at all, that is aside from the special handguns the order gave out with blessed bullets, those could kill a vampire instantly, but they were hard to get and were only given to the generals.

The words slipped softly from my mouth. Then, like a passing breeze, I disappeared. A broken cry echoed through the living room. The world was beautiful. If I get another life... I hope it has a happier ending.

Others smiled. A few turned slowly, displaying themselves as though standing on an auction platform. I hated that comparison. We had entered willingly. Every woman understood the consequences. That did not make the way some hunters evaluated us feel any less unsettling. “Lyra Ashford of the Silvercrest Pack.” Lyra stepped forward. Her shoulders went back. Her chin lifted. The gold gown shimmered around her with every movement. Several hunters openly admired her. Lyra looked only at Ronan. He did not acknowledge her. His eyes remained on me.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

That softness keeps me grounded. I reach into the bottom drawer of my desk and pull out my spare makeup bag. If I’m going to take this man apart, I need to look sharp doing it. Touching up my lipstick, I check my lashes, fluff my hair, and lift the mirror to scan for flat spots—then freeze. A flash of green in the reflection. Familiar. My mirror slips from my hand as I whip around. Nothing. “I could’ve sworn—” “El, he’s sweating like a whore in church,” Halle says as she returns. “Shirt’s soaked. Looks like he’s going to melt out of his jack… et… Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I was wondering if the girls needed anything? I also wanted to know if I could clean up the living room? It’s kind of a mess.” Elena nodded. “Yeah. We’re done.” “Okay. Do you need anything before I go?” “Where are you going?” “Dad and I are going to hunt.” “Nope. We’re good.” Elena burst out laughing when he left. “Girl, you’re so innocent. I like this one. It feels good.” Tasha raised an eyebrow at me. “Do you want that one?” “I… sure.” “Okay. I’ll order it for you.”

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

He then straightened his posture, his smile fading, replaced by a look of confusion. "Why are you rejecting my touch? I detected an accelerated heart rate earlier. Isn't that what humans refer to as a sign of attraction or excitement? Do you not like me, Ms. Zeller?" I furrowed my brow as I looked at him, with a look that seemed to be both a warning and a reminder to myself. "How could I possibly like you? You're a robot, and I'm a human. You ought to know that humans would never develop those kinds of emotions for robots!