Chapter 13: Reservations

*VICKY*

I slowly moved forward from behind the bin and watched as a slow smile appeared on his face.

Once I stopped, he walked off the roof's ledge and softly landed right in front of me.

He then removed the hat and in the sunlight, revealed his pale face. His cheekbones were very prominent, and there wasn't a single strand of hair on his head. His eyes were a deep golden yellow—the sign of a superior Kindred. I know because I had the same colored eyes.

From his appearance, I could tell he wasn't much older than I was when I turned. Forever twenty, but from his display of confidence, he was well over 600 years old.

With Blood Hunters, this was very common. In the era of war and famine, many people chose to join the Predators and become a Blood Hunter to survive. This was before the Kindred law and before it was illegal to turn a human against their will. It was all about getting to the next day—and what better way to ensure that then to become immortal and more powerful?

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