Hunted
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to remain calm even as my mind screamed at me to run—and it wasn’t like I could.
“What does it matter to you?” I asked, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. I hated that he could make me feel this way, but I needed to know. “Why are you doing this?”
Orin paused, looking at me for a long moment, before chuckling lowly. “Why? Because I’m doing the world a favor. Silas—our family line is full of hunters, men who rid the world of filth—and Silas? Well, he’s a failure. Always has been.” He wiped his hands on his apron, the bloodstains soaking into the fabric, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He moved back to the table, smoothing out the skin
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