The rain was falling on the wooden roof. That sound was beautiful. Abby loved days like this. However, right now, she couldn't enjoy the beauty of good rain where she was.
She stood up and looked out the window. Raindrops were colliding against the glass. The house was strangely silent, which didn't give her peace, but filled her with anxiety. She watched the darkness around her, fearing that something might emerge from there to attack her.
She knew the reputation of the Greendeads, although she hadn't heard anything about them for several years. She remembered they had been expelled from the hunters' club, so it surprised her that Maximilian Hamilton had sought their help.
How many more hunters were looking for her? Maximilian had great influence among his peers, so the patriarch of th
