Vampire Hunters had come for her.

  Were those really still a fucking thing??

  ‘No, calm down, Nuri. It’s just a fucking door. Breaking doors was stand-offish, newborne behavior. That wasn’t anything special!’

  Oh, there was screaming.

  Ohhhh, there was lots of screaming.

  O... kay. So the hunters weren’t fucking around. But when they got to Dalgyal--

  AWW, fucking fUcK! Dalgyal was still gone! Why the fuck did ?The Kingdom? respond with straight violence!? And why and HOW did they know where she fucking lived??!

  Nuri grabbed a button-up long-sleeve off her dresser-- she didn’t even smell it to check if it was clean.

  The window! She jogged to her window and threw it open. Everything was going to be fine. She just had to get to her car and drive out of the city-- maybe the state. On the plus side: if her whole coterie got wiped out, she could keep the name while looking for new blood.

  ‘Good luck, everybody else!’

  Her brain recognized a weird, muted whump of something bouncing off of thick glass. Then, she felt the pain in her forehead.

  She flipped back onto her feet and reached out to touch what should have been open air.

  Invisible barrier. Blocking the open window. Probably covering her whole estate.

  Shhhhiiiittt. The enemy had one or more wizards trying to get her got.

  ‘Alright, Nuri. Smart lady time. Let us gauge exactly how shit our situation is.’

  She slipped on a pair of shorts and popped out of her room. There was fighting on the staircase. And the enemy forces consisted of...

  One guy.

  What?

  What the FUCK did that mean?!

  Insider knowledge. The enemy somehow knew her house didn’t have a lot of guards.

  God-like strength? Was it only one because they thought one was enough??!

  ‘Okay. Nuri, seriously. Just take a look. You’re smart. You’re hella smart. That’s why super-strong, super-scary people trust you.’

  Hunter.

  One hunter. (Fuck!)

  He wore a white mask... ivory white... like the unpainted face of a ceramic doll.

  And... he wore a black suit and black gloves. Modern. Like... an undertaker.

  ?The Kingdom? wasn’t real. But if they were, they’d probably have a fucked up, creepy-ass uniform just like that!

  ‘Stop! Think! Think, damn it!!’

  Modern mask. Modern suit. At least the Hunter wasn’t an Ancient.

  Oh, he had a FUCKING SPEAR!!!!!!

  He put it straight through some guy’s crotch then slammed their head into the metal railway. It dented like it was made of chicken wire.

  Super strength! That meant furry! That definitely meant furry! She was fucked! What weaknesses did werewolves have? Was wolfsbane poison real or made up? Did she have anything sharp and pointy made of silver?

  The hunter leapt up the top third of the stairs, jamming his thumbs into some poor fucker’s eyes. Then, he took out a metal baton and started smashing in teeth.

  Nuri folded her hands in front of her mouth, feeling a dull ache in her fangs. That was... unnecessarily cruel.

  The hunter stood up, turning toward her and pointing. The way he glared through his mask, though-- she felt her knees get weak.

  Not a werewolf. If he was, he wouldn’t have needed weapons. And despite just murdering like ten guys, he still had a sense of calm and deliberation as he made his way toward her.

  Wait...

  Relentless. Domineering. Merciless. Crazy fucking strong martial arts.

  He was from the Jianghu.

  And if he was a cultivator, then he might have ALSO been an Ancient Immortal! Fucking fuck!

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  Nuri watched the hunter kick a guard in the chin. Then he broke their arm and twisted it around their neck until they stopped moving.

  “Clarence!”

  The shout of a hero! It was Delilah!! And she didn’t look too happy about losing her cuck! Outside of Dalgyal, she was the strongest vampire in their clan.

  “NoooOOoO!!!!!” She let out a high-pitched shriek as her body started transforming. First, her arms swelled up like burnt tree trunks, then--

  Then, the guy said something. His words seemed to visibly cut through the air. Magic words. Words that Nuri could almost hear but couldn’t because they weren’t meant for her.

  Delilah dropped to the floor, twitching and convulsing-- and screaming. She was hurting, She was desperate. She was frothing at the fucking mouth, her twisted arms clawing at nothing.

  The Ancient turned to a random display table, broke off a wooden leg, and jammed that into her chest.

  She died in pain. She died afraid.

  Nuri crossed her arms, gripping her biceps to stop herself from shaking. She was in so much shit. But she had to play it cool.

  ?The Kingdom? wasn’t real. That guy had to be working for someone else-- someone huge! They sent one guy was to prove a point-- to send a message. And THAT meant the messenger might have been willing to talk it out! Or-- take her prisoner, maybe??

  She was Nuri fucking Park! In the shadows, she was the biggest up-and-coming neonate in Archangel. And in public, she was a celebrity-- chaebol royalty! She couldn’t die like Delilah did-- like some random peasant!

  She forced a smile and jammed her nails into her palms. “You’ve made quite the mess, Mister Hunter. I suppose you have a good reason for interrupting my beauty sleep~”

  The hunter approached her, his footsteps slow and deliberate. Blood from her guards and clan members dripped off the fabric of his suit. A single, crimson splash marked his featureless white mask.

  Okay. Boss-fight. And-- it was fucked, because she was not the boss. Nuri wasn’t sure how far her Tae Kwon Do would get her, but she wasn’t afraid of a fight.

  The hunter reached into his jacket. And he pulled out a very, very big gun.

  Nuri threw herself onto the floor, smacking her head on the carpet. She usually liked it when guys were packing, but not like that!

  “Please don’t kill me!! I’m sorry-- we can talk about this! Just don’t kill me!!!”

  She winced as the hunter reached down. But he grabbed the back of her shirt, lifting her back up to her feet.

  He gestured toward her room-- so Nuri quickly led him inside. He sat on her couch. She sat across from him, her sweaty palms planted obediently on her knees.

  ‘Okay, Nuri! Still alive! Doing good, so far!’

  “Um. M... may I know how to address you? Uh-- sir?”

  Nuri cringed deep inside. She couldn’t remember the last time she had to use formal language. And in English? Ugh, she fucking hated it.

  The hunter reached up, placing his gloved palm on his mask. It melted away like wax, then it whirled around in the air. And then it got... sucked into the crystal rock in front of his tie.

  Typical, weird-ass wizard shit. It was exactly what she expected from old, virgin losers that had--

  Slanted hazel eyes. Handsome jawline. Breeding age. And the violence in his gaze was... so hot.

  Nuri recognized him, though. He was... the CEO guy Shay was crushing on at the mall?

  But looking at him, up close, he was EXACTLY her type!

  Strong and serious expression. Broad shoulders. Zero body fat. Oh-- he was wearing a familiar golden snake pin. It looked a lot like the one Shay had on her bag.

  Wait-- was that... some sort of weird Chinese talisman?

  Chinese...

  The Song family.

  They were Jianghu.

  Was that why Shay was immune to her ?Charm? magic? That made so much sense! And then the reason the hunter had one too was because he was allied to the Song family. YesssSss! That explained everything!!!

  Nuri leaned forward, smiling coyly. She made sure her open shirt showed off her cleavage as she squeezed her boobs together with her arms.

  Once she got rid of that pin, the handsome hunter would be just like any other toy she got her hands on. Of course, she’d have to apologize to Shay after, but it wasn't like she had a choice on who she was going to marry That wasn't how their world worked.

  “So... what’cha wanna talk about, Oppa?” She made a V with her fingers and stuck them in her mouth, showing off her long tongue. “How about... the first thing that comes up?”

  The hunter looked down at her with a look of disgust. Maybe he was more innocent than he looked. She was going to love dragging him down to her level.

  “Explain the situation, Yeodongsaeng.”

  That voice.

  Oh. Oh... fffffffuuck.

  She knew that voice.

  The hunter was...

  Nuri closed her eyes. There was one person in Archangel she never wanted to go against. That person had helped her at her lowest point with basically zero benefit to himself.

  The person sitting across from her wasn’t just some guy.

  He was... her orabeoni. That was the only person who would call her that. It was so fucking weird!

  Orabeoni belonged to the fucking Kingdom. That... was insanely shitty luck. There were a hundred different factions and clans in Archangel and the scariest guy she knew belonged to the ONE organization she tried to fuck with?

  But... something still bothered her.

  Their previous interactions only made sense if Orabeoni was a Vampire Prince. He knew way too much about vampires. He was way too willing to invest in her and her coterie. And he had the arrogance of someone a thousand years old!!

  But he wasn’t a vampire. He didn’t have any fangs. He didn’t even guard his eyes from the sun.

  He might have been from the Jianghu, but... wasn’t he basically human?