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"What do you want me to say?" I asked, bitter and and sad at the same time. "I want you to tell me the truth." His words hurt me more than he knew. "You won't like the truth." "Try me." His eyes held a challenge. He thought that, no matter what I said, he'd still want me. He'd still love me. He thought wrong. How could I tell him, the only person I've ever loved intimately, that I was ruined? How could I tell him that I enjoyed the murder, that I couldn't leave it? How could I tell him, even after all that I learned about The Hunters, that I didn't want to leave? That I didn't want to stop? So I didn't. I put on a smile, widening my eyes to make it believable. He returned it, thinking that I trusted him with the truth. I was so, so sorry that I didn't. "I want to leave. I'm tired of all this. I want to live a normal life, see our families." I half closed my eyes, looking at him through my lashes. "Have a family of our own." He pulled me into his arms, laughing delightedly, and kissed me. "How could I not love that?" Then quietly, almost to himself, "How could I not love you?"
Chapter 1
