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you never did play by the rules.” I flinch when I hear Marcus’ endearment. It’s what Marcus called me when I first met him- his naughty boy. I try to forget how I used to behave around him. Marc hasn’t called me that in years and never around another soul.
    “Don’t call me that, Marcus.” I hiss t he words and take to the hunt.
    “Oh, you loved it when I called you that before. It seems as if you’re behaving as you used to with me before… ” Marcus allows the before to trail off- before Ray Hunter. But the before means different things for all of us. My before means before the game. Before I truly became The Hunter. Before Ezra betrayed me on every level possible. Ray Hunter, my uncle, ain’t got shit on that.
    “I did not behave this way. You make me fucking crazy. You’re a maddening bastard.” I see the white glowing in the night and make a grab for it. Marc pulls away, but I’m left with a prize. “Next time you won’t slip my grasp without your Teflon shirt.” I hold up the shredded silk and whoop my victory song. I toss the shirt away since it’s a bright white beacon in the night.
    “You owe me another one. Obviously I don’t want white. Hmmm… I think gray would be best… the color of your eyes.” Marcus seductively whispers in my ear. I try to turn and catch him, but he is a fast bastard.
    “The difference from before and now is that you used to know what you wanted. Now you are lost, Cort. I will help you find yourself again if you will allow it.” I can hear Marc’s sincerity and it hurts. I’m also embarrassed about how I used to behave around him. I used to slink around like a cat in heat- but I was a boy, and surely not a cat. My blush is bright enough that Marcus can see it in the moonlight. His delighted laughter trails bliss along my lonely nerves.
    “I didn’t want you then , as I don’t now.” If I were honest with myself I would alter that statement to: You didn’t want me then, as you don’t now.
    “You were a child, Cort.” The infuriating fucker answers my unspoken statement, not the one that poured from my throat.
    “You’re a freak with your mind-reading bullshit,” I growl out and lunge after Marc into the darkness.
    “Not a mind-reader. I just know you- I know you better than yourself.” The pale white of a shirtsleeve glows in the gloom . I reach for it and gain a hold without the silk in the way. Marcus hisses out an expletive. I ride Marc’s struggling body to the ground, flip him over to his stomach, and sit on his lower back. I fist those amazing- no, annoying- ringlets and yank his head back. Satisfaction rolls through me when Marcus grunts from the force of my hand in his gorgeous hair.
    “I won,” I salaciously whisper in Marc’s ear as I sit on his round ass. I sharply nip his earlobe with my front teeth, causing a gasp to be torn from Marc’s parted lips.
    “It seems you have won, my naughty boy. What do you want as a prize?” Marc’s smooth and smoky voice flows across my flesh in the dark intimacy of the forest. His question throws me.
    What do I want?
    “I don’t know,” I unsurely admit, confusion strong in my tone. My fingers hesitantly slip from Marc’s curls, my palm thumps against his back where it falls.
    Marcus reverses his position by rolling onto his back. I allow it because I am lost in the life-altering thoughts that has been plaguing me for so very long. What do I want? What am I? Who am I supposed to be? Marcus grabs my hips and flips me to the ground until we are reversed. I lay on my back on a bed of pine needles and ash leaves while Marc patiently sits on my thighs.
    “I know what you need. I, however, cannot help you with what you want. You need to come to terms with that on your own.” Marc’s voice is sad, sounding just as lost as I feel as he comfortingly skims his fingers along my cheek.
    “I’m scared. I don’t fucking know what I want. But I do know I need to forget everything for a few minutes