Ash shook his head, but I saw the shadow of a smirk on his face. You know I'm probably going to kill you soon, right? he muttered as we headed off into the trees.

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Worry not, ice-boy. I already have a plan. I flashed him my best impish smile, rubbing my hands together. One brilliant Goodfellow prank, coming right up. -puck.

There are a dozen St. George soldiers hiding in that maze, my trainer said. All hunting you. All looking to kill you. Welcone to Phase Two of your training, hatchling.

No one touches her," Ash said, his voice coated with frost. "Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles and put them in a jar. Understand?

Rescuing bloodbags and saving puppies. He sighed. That sounds about right for this group. You bleeding hearts are going to be the death of me, I just know it.

Shopping is just another form of hunting. All fey are hunters, whether they admit it or not. It's in our nature, pet, nothing unnatural about it.

As cities grow and technology takes over the world belief and imagination fade away and so do we.

Puck rolled his eyes. Holding out his hand, he gave me an encouraging smile. Come on, Princess. Don't want to get separated in here. I clasped his hand, and he curled his fingers around mine. Let's go, then. Rusty can bring up the read. That way, if we're jumped from behind, we won't lose anything important.

Glitch will go straight to the queen, and she is not going to be happy. With either of us. And if Ash decides to pursue… For the first time, a worried look crossed his face.

That sounds about right for this group. You bleeding hearts are going to be the death of me, I just know it.

Sometime in your life, Alison Sekemoto, you will kill a human being. Accidentally or as a conscious, deliberate act. It is unavoidable. The question is not if it will happen, but when.

So, anyway." Jackal's impatient voice broke through our cold standoff. "Not to interrupt this riveting family drama, but are we going to go hunting anytime soon, or are you two going to glare at each other until the sun comes up?

Mr. Cold, Dark and Broody might be a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid.

I sagged to my knees as the adrenaline wore off and my muscles started to shake, leaving me weak and nearly hyperventilating. I could handle goblins and bogeymen and evil, flesh-eating horses, but giant freaking spiders? That's where I drew the line.

The organization likes to do their dirty business where no one can see it.