Xade’s pov

“Funny,” I managed to say in a strained tone.

“You hurt her not too long ago. Made her cry,” I pointed out, not wanting to hurt her but also wanting to show her that I could not take her word for it.

Her gaze drops and she looks like I have cut her deep with my words. “I had not intended to hurt her or make her cry,” her eyes lift and she has nothing to hide, showing me her regret and shame.

My reaction wasn’t fair to her, especially when she needs me the most,” she admits and looks behind me at the woods.

“How many are there around my house?”

I raised a brow, countering her with a question of my own. years have you known about my kind?”

How many

first time she sets her eyes on me, she smiles.” Since I was a child. I was born and raised

unfeared by the consequences this could bring to her. I have to awe at her strength and courage, something she

brow and it’s hard to see the woman I have known for years as a hunter. Hunters are our sworn enemies, if she had been

had realized I

someone something like this and

confessed to you about being raised a hunter, I did not say I am one. I left that life when I met Avery’s dad, he had a

house. A home I had visited many times and

look a lot like

attention back to her, my back stiffening. “Like

is intense and powerful. Xadeon. I know you’re his son,” she murmured, her eyes narrowing as she studies me. ”

here and not really a stranger. But for some odd reason, I cannot remember you. But I have a

in the air, like a piece of cheese dangling in the air to trap a mouse. In that case, I am the mouse and she has the bait in

stubbornness to know everything and be right was passed down

woman already knew about our world. “I grew up here,

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