THIRD PERSON POV
“TO HUNT THE HUNTER, YOU NEED TO BE A BETTER HUNTER,” Natasha whispered with a sinister smile and an impending darkness with her words.
All but counting the time until she exacts her revenge and pulls everything ahead of time than what she initially should and planned. Looking at the mirror and into the dark place only lit candles are the source of light. Her reflection changes from her real one and back to her borrowed vessel which is her maid. Screaming and loving her little hunting game while preparing for her next move inside the cold and ominous place of her new den.
The one that she made sure and sure with multiple times that no one would ever go to find, nor sniff with their noses the location of her lair. Piled with protective spells and barriers that conceal
