CHAPTER 56:
STORM’s POV:
As I grappled with the inexplicable pull I felt toward Lucien, my thoughts spiralled out of control. I hated this feeling, this weakness that threatened to consume me. I'd never experienced anything like it before.
All my life, I have used the undying hatred I have for the supernatural as a relentless drive to be the best huntress to ever live. One never to be underestimated.
I'd succeeded in everything I'd set out to do, perfecting every aspect of my craft.
I was the perfect huntress, the perfect dark angel and killing machine—unyielding, fearless, untouchable and most of all; ruthless.
My body and soul were my own kingdom, ruled by no one but me.
I was my own warrior,
I was my own queen.
I had no weakness.
Or so I thought.
For the first time in al
