Turned into a Hunter.

It should have made sense to Anna from the beginning, but it also didn’t.

Seeing Damon Erikson’s face, as he prowled toward her on soundless, stealthy footsteps, was nothing short of intimidating. He wasn’t wearing his glasses now, and he was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, looking too entirely casual for this encounter, and totally different from the designer three pieces suit he tended to wear in the office.

His golden eyes shone brightly even in the dark.

The dark haired man stopped right in front of Anna, and then crouched down, meeting her wavering gaze.

It was hard to look away; Damon’s expression was unreadable.

Then, as though it were a fever dream, she heard a soft drawling voice. “You know, I’ve always liked redheads. Quite rare, especially with eyes like yours.”

His fingernails, which Anna thought were always rather sharp even when she observed them in the office, trailed over her chin and lightly scratched at her cheek as he tucked strands of her hair out of her face.

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