Daughter of Night
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Excerpt from Chapter 3, Thomas's POV
"Why do you run when running only worsens your sentence?"
"Because prison life is no life at all." Her gaze traveled over my body, analyzing.
"Surviving is hardly living." I said, her eyes finally meeting mine.
"Better than prison." Her gaze turned cold. What could have happened to the Huntress to make her act this way? For some reason, I felt an urge to figure out who this woman really was...and I wanted to slap myself for my curiosity towards a thief.
"What is your name?" Her eyes narrowed. "You already know mine, I may as well know yours.
"What would you like it to be?" She smirked, placing her hands on her slim hips. I bit my lip to keep from smiling.
"'Prisoner number three hundred and forty-seven' would suit you." It was her turn to hold back a smile.
"A sense of humor is a very attractive quality in a man." The Huntress strode towards me, leaving her sword in the dirt behind her. My instincts told me she would never approach me unarmed. There must have been at least three other weapons concealed somewhere on her body.
"I'm glad you find your fate so amusing." She was dangerously close to me now. Every fiber of my being was telling me to back away, but I stood my ground.
"A life in your dungeon is not my fate, Princeling." Her voice lowered to a whisper as she stood inches away. "I will have my freedom no mater what."
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