Dancing prepared me for many things—but not for being stalked and devoured by The Dexter twins.
The moment I agreed to enter the Hollow’s Hunt, I sealed my fate. Now, I’m being stalked through this twisted labyrinth by not one but two predators bound by more than just blood.
Ace watches from the shadows with calculating eyes that strip me bare, his methodical pursuit leaving me nowhere to hide. Every step I take, he’s already anticipated. Every breath I draw, he’s counting. His control is terrifying—and, God help me, intoxicating.
Then there’s Cyrus, raw passion and barely leashed violence. Where his twin analyzes, he devours. His touch burns like wildfire across my skin, consuming reason and leaving only desperate want in its wake.
But it’s what exists between them that truly haunts my dreams. The way they move in perfect sync, finishing each other’s thoughts, sharing glances heavy with unspoken understanding. Their bond is unbreakable—intense, consuming, and impossible to come between. They don’t just share blood—they share a purpose. And now, they want to share me.
“Run, little dancer. It won’t matter.” Cyrus’s voice bounces through the maze, surrounding me. “There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you.”
As their dark world envelops mine, I’m faced with an impossible choice: keep fighting against the current that pulls me toward them, or surrender to the dangerous ecstasy of being owned by both.
Because in this hunt, there are no winners—only survivors. And the Dexter twins have never let their prey escape.