Semua Bab His Little Hunter: Bab 1 - Bab 10

ALLISON'S POV I smiled when he did, the force of his rage feeling like a cooling balm on my skin. There was no easier target than one driven by emotion. Especially when the emotion in question was one as volatile as anger. I easily evaded his careless attack, dipping under the arm he swung at me and moving to his back. Maybe this was what I needed. A fight to keep my mind off the disconcerting changes that had been happening to me. Nothing lifted my mood more than a chance to pummel leeches. For the first time in days, my head was clear and I was relieved of the noises that threatened to madden me. The leech stumbled but hastily righted himself before throwing himself at me once again. Appearance-wise the vamp looked level-headed but appearances could be deceiving, I'd learnt that a long time ago. The way he moved was anything but level-headed. He threw another careless fist in my direction. Was he trying to bore me with these overly predictable attacks? I almost yaw

My eyes remained fixed on the spot the royal had stood, my body still trembling moments after he'd disappeared. The threat was gone, I was safe, yet my heart continued to pound like a jackhammer in my chest, the sound so loud that it made my already sensitive ears throb. Nothing else around me registered. I couldn't move. I could barely even breathe. The fear his presence had stirred up was so potent that my eyes stung. A Royal... Here of all places.... I knew it was impossible to avoid crossing paths with one of their kind given the occupation I'd chosen for myself but I never imagined meeting one again this soon. I always thought I'd be prepared when the day finally came but I wasn't. I still wasn't over it. I still wasn't over what HE did to me. From the twin vampires nearly feeding from me and the Royal appearing, it was obvious I wasn't nearly as ‘healed’ as I thought I was. My hand gripped the hilt of my blade as memories of a much darker time flooded my thoughts but the

Chapter 6Both our heads turned to meet the new visitor or rather visitors. Three figures stood at the door; the head doctor of the clinic, the leader and Lacey. The greying old lady who was in charge of the clinic was the one who had spoken. She stood beside the leader with a hand tucked in her white lab coat and a stethoscope hung over her neck. Her greying hair, which was the only indication that she was a woman well into her 50’s was cropped into a bob that barely touched her slender shoulders. Her dark eyes glinted with mischief and the cheeky grin on her face made me want to crawl into a hole and die. She was one person who knew about my feelings for Damien and the one person who didn’t hesitate to give me hell for it. She stepped forward, coming to the edge of my bed and placing a hand on my forehead. “Are you running a fever? You’re red as a beet.” My face only grew warmer at her words. “I’m fine.” I said as I slapped her hand away, hating the way my voice cracked when I s

My heart skipped a beat at the sudden question.“O-Of course not. I have no reason to lie to my family.” I stuttered, my right hand instinctively moving to grip the hilt of my sword in search of calm. The sword that was currently leaning against my reading desk. “Why ask that all of a sudden?” “It’s nothing.” He answered plainly. Two simple words yet they unnerved me to no end. Without another word, his form retreated past the door and it shut with a gentle thud. Now alone in my room, I stood staring at the door in shock. What the fuck was that encounter? What was with the odd vibe and why had he asked me that all of a sudden? Had he seen through my lie? Or had he seen something else other than the list? My lips thinned as my attention returned to the reading desk. I was almost certain I’d had that list tucked away in the back of my desk drawer, away from the reach of anyone who wasn’t actively snooping through my stuff. I wouldn’t have been careless enough to leave it hanging arou

“That’s a big sword you got there.” A man suddenly called from behind me, his deep voice laced with a prominent Scottish accent. I didn’t need to turn to know one of the bikers had joined me. I’d known it was wishful thinking on my path to expect them to leave me alone, not after how avidly they’d been staring at me. I felt the moment his large body dropped into a barstool beside me and I turned slightly to meet his gaze.One close look was all it took for me to confirm that he was indeed one of them, an abomination. He was devilishly handsome, a common trait that most of the humanoid abominations shared. With eyes the same colour as honey and a face that looked like it had been sculpted by gods, he was very easy on the eyes. A roguish type of beauty. His dark hair was buzzed and a short beard and moustache outlined the perimeter of his full lips. A little golden hoop hung off the corner of his bottom lip and for a brief moment, I had a mini battle with the part of me that found that