IS IT, IS IT NOT?

STORM

Any good hunter would know this was a stakeout. I didn’t expect anything less from them and I have to admit, this is making me thrilled, knowing they are as good as all the rumors said they were.

I knew appearances mattered at such a party, but I needed to show up as myself, or else I was already losing the game.

I was nervous, but it’s where all the fun is, right? The butterflies in your stomach, are a little breathless, and the coil inside of you know that this is supposed the start of a very dangerous edging game.. that’s where all the fun is.

That and the undeniable attraction between us all, so palpable you can taste it. I shouldn’t be thinking about that.

But it’s all I can think of and the fact that I am going to be wrapped in their scents not long after this, which is going to drive me crazy and make me murderous at the same time.

A crazy combination for a girl like me.

Sighing, I get out and approach the huge oak door, and a guy opens the door for me.

“Name?”

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