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THIS IS NOT A F*CKING LOVE STORY.
Not yet.
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In a split second, my world didn’t just shatter—it bled.
The streets of Black Hallows running red with secrets that were never ours to keep.
My name is Odile Kemp, but I’ve been many things: Peony. Victim. Survivor. Each name another piece of armour against the ghosts of a past I was once desperate to escape—
The Holy Trinity:
The Father.
The Son.
The Spirit
Our history may have fractured us, but if there's one thing I've learned since they came back into my life, it's that what doesn't kill us should fear us instead. After all, it’s not just about surviving the hunt—it’s about who gets to tell the tale after. And this time, I’m rewriting the ending in my enemies’ blood.
The Hunting Games may have ended…but my story? It’s just beginning and I’m no longer hunting just to survive—I'm hunting to make graves.
THIS IS NOT A F*CKING LOVE STORY…it’s our resurgence.
