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ir.” Niel says with a comforting yet warning pat to my chest. He steps away and goes straight to Ava. He’s a good boy. Niel knows how to take care of girls after growing up with so many of them. I act as if my mind isn’t whirling in chaos as he chats with my daughter.
    I turn as if I am goi ng to walk from the dining room towards the foyer, instead I quickly circle back around the table and run head-long for the terrace doors. “Dad, stop him!” Ava is screaming as I run from the mansion. I feel small and weak and like a shitty father, but I can’t stop myself.
    “Ava, let Cortez go. They need to settle this,” Ezra’s sad voice floats from the house. The disappointment causes me to feel shame.
    “They’ll kill each other,” Ava says in a panic , voice warbling.
    “So let them,” Diane’s haughty voice mocks. It’s almost enough to make me turn around and beat her instead of my quarry.

The Hunter: Past
-Chapter Five-
    I run across the lush, green grass t hat spans for acres creating ShadowHaven’s rolling backyard. The air breezes the scent of fresh cut grass and the warmth of a summer’s night. The only sound I hear is the chirp of insects in the distance.
    Sweet Freedom!
    T he dominating fucker is nowhere in sight. I instinctually know where Marcus is and head across the manicured lawn towards the woods surrounding our home.
    “Hide-and-seek is a bit childish, don’t ya think , Marc?” I yell into the dense woods. It’s pitch-black and I can barely see my hand in front of my face. The crickets stop chirping as I approach, but take back up with their racket as soon as I pass. Mores the pity, I could use the silence to track Marcus. I softly place my feet so that the crack of twigs and the crunch of leaves do not give away my location.
    “Doesn’t make it any less fun , now does it?” snarkily replies quietly from the intimate dark. “It was Ezra’s favorite game. I’m sure you remember The Hunter .” I follow the taunting sound and flinch when a branch scrapes across my face. It stings and I feel wetness dribble down my cheek. I brush the blood away without a thought.
    “ I remember better than you do,” I mumble beneath my breath, ignoring the titillating buzz that encompasses my body. “The things I endure for you. Now you can add a flesh wound to the list.” I learn my lesson and walk with a hand in front of my face.
    “Speaking of childish- punching. Really, Cort, is that the best you can do? You know I’ll never let you top me in any capacity so you hit me like a petty bitch.” A finger taps my shoulder and I lunge to the side. I try to track the sound, but Marc is as quiet as a ghost. I see a large tree looming ahea d and quickly move towards it.
    “Ah-ha!” I taunt as I round the tre e, but I come up empty handed. Marcus’ amused chuckle flows on the breeze when I can’t find him. A flash of white streaks by, and acting on instinct, my hand darts out to catch it. My fingers meet silk and the fabric easily slides between my fingertips.
    “If you wanna play tag, bitch, you shouldn’t wear a white shirt.” I try for taunting, but it comes out as a tease when I bark a thrilled laugh.
    “Ah, but it’s silk. It’ll be like catching a greased pig.” Marcus ghosts by me, coming inches within my grasp- taunting me, teasing me with his proximity- proving he is better than me…  better in everything. I almost have Marcus again, but my fingers skim the silky infuriating shirt.
    “Pig, but greased pig isn’t quite what I’d call you. I think arrogant pig is more accurate.” I run , and I laugh as my earlier anger flees my system. Marc wants to play, and right now, so do I. I crouch to hide behind the big tree trunk of an ancient maple. My finger light on a twig, wrapping around the scratchy wood. When Marcus rounds me, I launch the stick at him. I stifle a laugh when he grunts when it makes contact with his soft flesh.
    “That’s cheating, my nau ghty boy. But then again,