He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.

All my life people have called me gifted. Extraordinary. Blessed. I had all these dreams to become something. Someone. No one ever said I couldn't. No one ever said Killer.

What good is safety if you're dead inside?

My imprint is there for the world to see. I don't try to hide it with my hair or a high collar. When I got ready for school this morning, I kept thinking of Sean. How proud he appears. Unapologetic. And I want to be like that. I don't want to look cowed or ashamed. I may not want to be this, but I don't want to be that girl, either. I don't want to be afraid.

I am what everyone always thought. A killer.

Yeah. A real date. Something official. You. Me. Tonight. We're long overdue.

A hunter in love with his prey.