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I blanched at that comment and slumped helplessly over his shoulder. These guys were over six feet tall and made from a mountain of muscles. They would murder little old me with a flick of their fingers. The driver of the van got out to help, and my captor dropped me down and restrained me from behind. He held me so hard I thought I felt a rib crack.
"Please, I won't tell anybody what I saw," I whimpered.
He pushed his nose against the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. "You have his essence all over you," he murmured. "Hunter scum."
"What? I don't know what you're talking about," I sobbed.
"His seed. You reek of it," he rasped, sounding disgusted by it.
Could they still pick up a guy's scent even after I washed it off? What the f*****g f**k?
I was in way over my head, and I k
