The Huntress. Lisa Childs

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.