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Godhunter—what a dumb name.

Hunting implies an advantage. It speaks of tracking and skills and swift kills. That’s not what I do. I’m more of a “sneak up on them when they’re asleep” kinda gal. And don’t give me any crap about that; didn’t you catch the god part? I do what I have to do to survive. Yes, survive. I don’t do this for pleasure. I’m not a crazy person. I kill gods because I don’t want them to kill me. Okay, yeah, that still sounds a little crazy.

 

But then he showed up: eyes full of lightning, a jawline that could cut glass, and the body of a Norse god… which is exactly what he is. One of them. He’s the one who gave me that stupid name. He also says he’s on my side. I should probably kill him. And by that I mean that I should run away and sneak up on him later when he’s asleep. But I have the strangest feeling that I can trust him. As a witch, I always trust my gut but as a woman, I suspect that this time, those feelings are coming from somewhere a little lower.

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