Marked By My Prey
Kaine presses, his voice dropping into a low, damning rumble, “but you were at the very center of everything. Tell me, Hunter. If the role were reversed, would you trust that person?”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
He's… he's twisting it.
He has to be.
It's true we don't trust coincidences.
We always investigate them, interrogate them. And if necessary… eliminate them.
But…
I have to be different.
They would have to understand.
I force my expression to stay blank, refusing to let him see he got to me.
“None of what you say matters. I'm never drinking your blood. You can't force me.”