*Preface*
Iβd never given much thought to how I would die β though Iβd had reason enough in the last few months β but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if Iβd never gone to Stillwater, I wouldnβt be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldnβt bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, itβs not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.
