Page 3 of Wolf Hunter

“All I see is a pathetic little girl.” He uses his grip on me to give himself clear access to my neck, and when he leans in closer, my muscles tighten. “But how will you taste?”

Fuck no, not my neck.

I buck and twist underneath him, trying with all my strength to somehow get him off me. With my invisibility not working, I’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way. Except I’m rusty at it because I’ve been doing thingsmyway for far too long.

I’ll beat myself up about it later. First, I need another weapon.

By some miracle, I get my arm out, and I reach for one of the guns at my belt. It’s my left hand, so I’m a bit more shaky when firing, but I’m able to shoot off three rounds at point-blank range.

One to the head, one to the stomach, and the other to his thigh.

The bullets only seem to get absorbed into his body, the holes quickly filling in and closing up before my eyes. He barely blinks.

I swing my arm, hoping to clock him again since it worked before, but his vampire reflexes are too quick, and he’s able to snatch my wrist midair, rip my fingers apart to drop the gun, and pin my hand by my head instead. Then, amused, he laughs.

Bastard.

“You’ve got fire in you,” he manages to say over the fangs crowding his mouth. His smile is like that of a shark’s, all those sharp, shiny teeth. The stuff of nightmares. Whoever wrote vampires as being tall, dark, and sexy are liars. “I like it. I’ve always enjoyed playing with my food.”

His teeth bury into my neck a second later, and I cry out at the spike of agony.

I can’t die. Not yet. I still have so much to do, so many more people to kill. Like murdering the one son of a bitch in this world I really want to…

And it isn’t the vamp.

Exhaustion starts to set in as he continues to suck the blood from my veins. His pleased growls vibrate against my skin, and even the sharp tug is becoming lost to numbness. My limbs are growing heavier by the second, and my head whirls. I’m going to pass out.

Carmen…

My sister.

She’s the reason why I trained so hard, why I became a killing machine. The Wolf Hunter.

And I’ll be damned if I die too soon to find her.

The vampire draws me in to him with a moan, his other arm shifting around my waist to press our bodies even closer. Terror floods my system.

Against my best efforts, my eyes flutter closed. My body sags against the floor.

But then, to my surprise, he pulls back and licks his lips.

Without thinking, I seize any ounce of strength I have left in me and throw out my arm blindly. I end up nailing him straight in the throat.

Blood explodes from his mouth, and he gurgles and chokes, clutching his neck. His eyes are wild with shock, and I use his moment of disorientation to thrust my head forward, destroying his nose.

Roaring, he jumps off me, his blood and mine staining the entire front of his clothes. Knowing I don’t have much time before the healing starts, I leap to my feet, grab his wrist, then spin and wrench it up. The break snaps with an audible crack.

Lightheaded and dizzy, I scan the floor around me, struggling through my double vision, but that’s when I see it. A flash of silver partially buried underneath the pile of knick-knacks and books.

My knife!

I snatch it and whirl on the vampire, only to find him doing the unthinkable.

He’s fleeing. Like a coward.

Or maybe I should say he’s smart for running from me, but unfortunately for him, I don’t get paid unless he’s dust, so…

I narrow my eyes, trying to track him as he races across the living room and into the kitchen. There’s no back door that way, but there is a staircase to a basement.

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