The Marked One (Vampire Novel)

The Marked One (Vampire Novel)

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"What do you think is going to happen when I break out of here?" He asked. I walked up to him, our faces almost touching. This was the closest I've ever been to him. "I'm not afraid of you," I said, my voice dark and fearless. He leaned even closer to me. "You should be." Lillith Tileiah Monroe is an 18 year old hunter. But she's not the average hunter. She was trained her whole life to hunt down the monsters under you're bed. That includes, vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, and any evil thing that comes across her radar. On a night out, her and a group of hunters catch the biggest jackpot of all time. An Alpha Vampire. There's only four left in the world. But little did she know, the person she was torturing for information wasn't just an alpha Vampire. He was her soul mate.
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"I wish to ask you something." It took me a moment to make Warren out. He sat watching me. I sat up, still a little drowsy. "Shoot." He was instantly concerned. "What's the matter?" Oh, he took it to mean that. "No, I mean go ahead, ask me." "Oh. Would you forgive me any fault?" "What, you planning on killing Kyle?" He chuckled throatily, and I fell in love with the sound all over again. "Please be serious." "You know I would." He tipped my face up and his eyes bore into mine as if he was trying to read my very soul. "Any fault, Belle?" "Anything..." I affirmed, then teased, "except Prague." He rolled his eyes and sat back. "Tonight I watch over the forest. May I escort you home?" "Yeah, sure." I turned to pack up. Warren turned me back to him, slipped both hands into my hair possessively. And then his lips were on mine.

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