Defiant
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We observed each other silently for a few seconds. He opened his mouth to speak but abruptly shut it a few moments later when nothing came out. We resumed our staring match. This time it looked like he had something concrete, something solid to say. He opened his mouth and the first words out were, “I’m sorry, Verity.” Not what I was expecting. Not at all. There was something I was missing here but first there was something urgent I needed answering. “Who’s Verity?” With a renegade memory and hands in chains, Verity’s day just keeps on getting better. When she finds out the identity of her captor and his potentially deadly plans for her, things take a downhill turn. Descended from a long line of Hunters she hunts supernatural creatures, albeit unwillingly, with her obsessed and zealous father. While on a trail, one day, she is bitten and finds herself turning into the very creature she hunts. Pursued by her father and the order she was once part of, she struggles to find a place where she can be herself and more importantly, safe. And she finds it in the middle of a town filled with supernaturals.
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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