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“Let me go,” I whisper, not as forcefully as I intended. “What if I don’t want to?” The hunter’s voice is velvet. “I knew the moment I laid eyes on you, witch, that you’d be trouble.” He is everything I should hate, but my body is begging for him, and he smirks. “You’re going to be a good girl for me now, aren’t you?” “Yes.” My voice is breathy. He slides his hands beneath my skirts and I buck against them. “Spreading your legs for me already.” His grin is filthy. “Such a good girl.” And then his thumb circles my cl-t. Slowly. I bite on the back of my hand to stifle my moan. “You don’t have to be quiet out here, darling,” Dain says softly as he teases my cl-t. “You can scream as loud as you want.” He slides two fingers between his lips. They are wet and slick when he slowly slips them inside me. My eyes roll back. “That’s it. Nice and slow.” I f—k myself against his fingers, moaning so loud, the canvas walls of the tent shake. “Be a good girl and come for me.” --- The moon is swollen, its pale light spilling across the clearing where the altar waits. My hands won’t stop trembling as I smooth the folds of my ceremonial robe, the deep crimson fabric scratching against my skin. Tonight is supposed to be the most important night of my life. My initiation on my eighteenth birthday. The night I prove myself worthy of the coven. But my stomach twists so tightly I think I might be sick. “Breathe, child,” my mother whispers beside me. Her voice is soft, meant to soothe, but there’s steel in her eyes. I clutch the bone-handled dagger she presses into my palm. Its weight is real, solid, but the thought of what I might have to do with it makes my skin crawl. “What if I can’t?” I ask before I can stop myself. My voice cracks. “You will,” she says firmly. I don’t want to kill anything. But if it must be done, if it’s the only way to claim my place here, I will try. The other witches form a circle, chanting in low, thrumming voices that vibrate in my bones. The
