“I want to be the hunter.”
Seth answers without hesitation.
“Okay.”
My eyes burn again.
Seth finally takes my hands in his.
“Tomorrow,” his gaze stays on me. “We start tomorrow if you want.”
“I do.”
He leans his forehead against mine.
“I’m not okay,” I tell him quietly. “I’m not healed. I don’t know if I ever will be.”
“I’m not asking you to be.”
“Good,” I whisper. “Because I don’t have that in me.”
He holds my gaze like he is memorizing every piece of me.
“I want them dead, Seth. All of them.”
Seth nods and pulls me back into his arms.
I name them silently in my head.
Kristie.
Knox.
Sophie.
Elliot.
Grant.
John.
They hunted me.
Now I will hunt them.
And I will kill every last one of them.
Chapter 33
Brooke
By the time I pick up the knife, training has already become routine.
For weeks, I train for hours every day. I run left handed drills until my shoulder burns. I work on balance and footwork, repeating the movements until my body stops hesitating and starts reacting.
My right wrist stays locked in the brace, aching with every movement, a constant reminder of what I can't use yet.
Then I started gun training.
