Page 44 of Reaper's Hunt

Blaze

There’sonlyafewhours before the state dinner, my pretty little doe running out of time to finish her move. I know she’ll make it and then she’ll show up at my side, gorgeous as ever, hanging off of my side. I have picked out the perfect suit and delivered one to her apartment as well so that we match. After all, we’re a team. The best team. A team that can’t be broken.

My attention turns to the treasures I now have, the ones that will keep her tethered to me for as long as I decide to play the game.

I’m laid out across my couch, grinning at the gorgeous display of glass Selene has collected over the years. It truly is art and I’ve erected a wall just for it, the dim light in this room playing off the bloody tendrils encased in a memory. Her stepfather’s jar sits dead center, alongside the empty one for her abuser. A man I have a name for but have no idea who he is.

He’s a ghost, an entity without a face that has haunted every corner of my life because he took what was most precious to me.

My Anabella, my little doe, my queen.

I want to gift her that heart and lay it at her feet before she inevitably takes me so that I can be forever with her. The man’s a whisper in the wind.

I’ll find him.

And then I’ll butcher him.

Until then, I’ll help my pretty little doe remember just who she is and what we shared all those years ago. I miss everything about her, her silver hair, her fire, the girl who laughed with me as kids, who ran through the streets, my Bella, my forever love.

It hurt that she didn’t remember me at first but she will soon enough. And then she’ll run to me, her king, her home.

Because I always keep my promises.

And she promised to be mine.

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