“Ready for what?” Dakshana asked, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She recognized this low, skull-numbing magical hum from her nightmares, from the night Ashoken disappeared.
“The game,” Chadstone said, and his façade wavered. He wasn’t a hunter, not really. He was - something else. Inhuman, though more so or less, Dakshana couldn’t tell.
“What game?” Srina asked, wide-eyed, innocent.
Minka was more shrewd - good old Minka. “Whatever game he’s playing. With us.”
Chadstone’s smile was beautiful, immortal, wolf-hungry. “Right. A simple game.”
“Why?” Dakshana asked.
Chadstone’s eyes darkened. “There’s always a prize.”
Dakshana’s heart froze.
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