PREFACE

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I never thought about how it feels to die – until the brothers came into my life, giving me enough reason to -, but even if I had, never I would think of having someone hutting me down until my last drop of blood.

As I stared, almost naked, breathless, across the forest right into my two hunter's red eyes, I felt death becoming a dear friend. Their eyes never left mine, feeling every inch of my body itchy for them. Finding myself between four hungry hunters, no doubt, was the worst way to die.

I knew if I haven't meet them, I wouldn't be dying now. Neither my mom. But the small city of Florence had it bloody secrets. Even though I was mortified, I couldn't regret meeting them, chocolate hair and hazel hair. My eyes finding away, seeing for last, four red eyes approximated me, with nothing but smirks on their faces. 

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