The Huntress. Lisa Childs

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СКАЧАТЬ “You’re not going to kill me,” he said, unable to suppress a smirk from lifting his lips. “Not with that.”

      While she was tall, she wasn’t strong enough to fight him off and pound a stake into his chest. Few humans were, or would be, as he’d explained in his lecture, if vampires actually existed. He traveled around to prove that the myth of vampires was just that: myth.

      “I know what you are,” she said. “And I know how to kill you.”

      The point of the stake shifted against his chest, and cold metal penetrated his thin cashmere sweater. “What’s this?” he glanced down at the makeshift weapon she held.

      “A gun,” she explained. “All I have to do is pull this trigger to send the stake through your heart.”

      A gasp of surprise slipped through his lips.

      “I paid attention in class, Professor.”

      He suspected she wasn’t talking about just his class, though. While he mentioned that if vampires were real, humans wouldn’t be able to kill them, he hadn’t given tutelage on how to kill the “mythical” creatures.

      Her eyes glinting with anger and resolve, she warned, “I know exactly how to kill you.”

      “But can you do it?” he asked. “Can you pull the trigger and take a life?” His gut told him no, not if she was anything like her sister. But he didn’t know Eve; maybe she was nothing like Jennifer.

      “That’s why I tracked you down,” she explained. “To take away your life like you took away my sister’s.”

      Again he couldn’t deny his responsibility. “You don’t want to do this,” he advised her. “You’re not a killer any more than I am.”

      “I know what you are,” she said again. “But you don’t know what I am.”

      “Eve Williams.”

      “That’s who I am. Not what,” she pointed out.

      Human. But he dare not utter it aloud. She would know he was already aware of that, though, just as she was aware of the society. And she’d tracked him down, armed with a weapon that could actually end his centuries-long immortality. His body tensed as he realized what she was and exactly how much danger he was in. If he started to struggle with her, the crude weapon might accidentally fire. But then if he died, it wouldn’t be an accident.

      She really intended to kill him. “You’re a huntress,” he said.

      And he was the hunted.

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