Make Me Hunt (Make Me Hunt Duet #1)

Prologue

-Ares-

I stare into the fire, the orange flames fighting for survival, and I can almost hear the clash of metal as blood soaks the ground.

Fire burns. Fire purifies. Like there’s any fucking chance anything could purify me of her. She’s deep in my veins now, infiltrating like a drug that keeps me addicted, more vital than the blood running through them. The one thing I never wanted. And now, the one thing I can’t live without.

The devil’s own son, brought to his knees by a mere mortal. But that’s only because she’s so much more than just a simple human.

Humans are fragile, easy to break. She’s a fucking force of nature.

There’s a Frida Kahlo quote: “Not fragile like a flower, fragile like a bomb.” Well, that’s the definition of her—a bomb set to shatter my world completely. Destroy everything I’ve known and rebuild it for her twisted pleasure.

Because she’s broken. And I’m broken for her.

I’ve lived through battles, wars, and the collapse of worlds. I’ve seen kingdoms fall, and empires burn—many by my own hands. I’ve witnessed the dawn of the Apocalypse. I’ve been around almost since the creation of life itself. Yet, I’ve never come close to feeling as alive as I do next to her.

And I won’t rest until she is mine. Until her very breath occurs only with the thought of me. Until her body aches every second of the day for me to touch it. Until her wounds become mine to heal, and her darkest secrets, mine to bring to life.

All mine, entirely.