Twenty-seven:
Zaan Pulfer
Father was going to talk to Crimson. He’d find out the truth. If she wanted to be Raoul’s mate. If anyone could get her to see sense, I had a feeling that it would be him. He was a Hunter after all. He knew all about the things that lurked in the shadows. I was in the shop organizing everything. I’d stocked all of the shelves twice and was now cleaning jars. Now, I was pretending to clean the windows while watching for him.
It was mid-morning when I saw him stomping through the crowd of the village square. He was angry. Any emotion on the man was rare, but anger especially. He kept his cool. Monsters, he explained to me when I was younger, fed off of emotion. You couldn’t allow them to get the best of you. Otherwise, you’d get eaten alive. He had nev
