ELIAS
Time didn't just stop, the world narrowed. The noise, the strobing lights, the stench of sweat and cheap liquor, it all fell away into a grey blur.
Everything faded but her.
The Hunter stood amidst the writhing crowd like a singular flame in a void, her radiance nearly blinding. She was a goddess walking among peasants, a lioness wading through sheep.
She was beautiful. It pained me physically to admit it, but there wasn’t a single female in this club, human or immortal, who held a candle to her. She was flawless. Breathtaking. A calamity wrapped in skin.
She oozed an air of lethal confidence as she strode through the chaos, so unlike the trembling, broken bird I’d seen that night in the alley. This was her default setting; A proud, powerful predator. The Mortal Reaper.
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