His hands tightened at the sound of choked gasps and gulps leaving my throat. Rage burning in his eyes, he dug in his fingers and it felt as if I could feel the coolness of his rings against my trachea. "I should kill you," he gritted his teeth. "Do it," my airy voice forced its way out, but I was losing vision fast. "You won't," I almost chuckled but came out as another gasp for air. "You need me now." His hand loosened but didn't leave my throat, creating a firm pressure still on my windpipe. "You think I won't?" He let out a mocking laugh. "I regret not having done it the first time we met." --- A soldier, bred and trained for hunting witches. A girl, on the run from powerful forces that seek to terminate her existence. What happens when a hunter can't follow through with it? What happens when the prey escapes its fate-not by fleeing-but through the power of an untimely love?All Rights Reserved
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