Hunter Reborn by Katie Reus Page A

the life out of him.
    Eyes bulging out of their sockets, he fruitlessly clawed at the invisible hand around his neck. With another burst of power, she held his entire body immobile. This would drain her, but she didn’t care. She’d been so sure these fools would bring Larissa back after the failure last night. Now she would be the one who suffered her master’s wrath.
    So Logan would feel hers before she endured her own agony. She drank in his fear as she choked the life out of him. While holding him immobile, she reached for a dagger on her altar. His eyes widened even more as she came near him.
    When she reached him, she pressed her body to his, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Even with their clothes separating them, she could feel the fear emanating off him. The stench wrapped around her, invigorating her. “I’m going to enjoy this,” she said as she stepped back and dragged the blade down the front of his shirt.
    It fell away as if it was a piece of paper. He started making grunting sounds, like an animal, but she kept her tight grip on his entire body. Normally she liked to hear her victim struggle and fight, but she didn’t have time for any distraction right now.
    Not when she was going to attempt to put off her master’s wrath for another day. Shoving the blade through Logan’s chest, she twisted hard, shredding his heart. His eyes widened even further. At his young age he wasn’t powerful enough to heal from this wound. And he definitely wouldn’t heal from what she did next. She pulled the blade out, then shoved her hand through his chest cavity.
    A ripple of arousal went through her when she grasped his heart. After pulling it out she licked her wrist and fingers as the blood dripped down her arm before she placed it on her altar. He fell to the floor, but she ignored his body. She’d deal with the cleanup later.
    Clasping her hands together, she smeared his bloodover her other hand before she closed her eyes, lifting her hands out in a wide, welcoming gesture, and started chanting a locator spell she’d used many times before. Usually on humans, but Magda had to try to find Larissa. She still couldn’t believe the bitch had found her tracking spell.
    Magda focused all her energy on Larissa’s face.
    Energy drained from Magda as she chanted. The harder she tried to find Larissa, the blurrier the female’s face became in her mind. It didn’t make sense. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but guessed it had been close to an hour when the air in the room suddenly changed, becoming colder, heavier.
He
was here. She felt his presence even before her eyes snapped open.
    â€œMaster,” she whispered, staring as he slowly descended the stairs to her basement.
    â€œYou’ve lost Larissa.” A statement, not a question. She shivered.
    He wasn’t wearing the hood he often chose and his eyes weren’t glowing red, which meant he was in full control of himself. He was impossibly good-looking. With dark hair and beautiful eyes . . . She locked down her thought process at his knowing smirk. He loved the effect he had on her. “A momentary setback. She must have discovered my tracking spell, but I can still locate her.” Magda simply needed to try harder with her locator spell. With the vampire’s heart as a sacrifice it was possible. And if not, she’d sacrifice more vamps.
    As if he read her thoughts, her master looked at thedead male on the ground, then at the now-shriveled heart on the altar. His jaw tightened. “It would seem you couldn’t.”
    She swallowed hard, hating that familiar glint in his eyes. When they’d first met they’d been equals. She’d even revealed ancient spells from her line to him. Now he treated her like a whore. Like one of his minions. “I
will
find her.”
    He covered the distance between them before she’d blinked. Reaching up, he grasped