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Trinities were rumored to be named after the three wise Disciples who’d first introduced the rejuvenating three-spiced herb anointing, and healing, non-addictive cigarillo to Society.
    Putting the trinity out, he kept it in his mouth as he slightly nodded to the Hunter, who kept looking at him. His eyes scrolled over his staring target, and he kept his cool, silent and assessing. This was a female Hunter, dressed in dark colors that accented her deep-swept curves. He almost hissed when he saw a white collar adorning her neck, because this let him know the House she represented, another thing that marked her for death.
    Marco chuckled softly and crossed his arms over his hard chest as he walked around the Hunter. His voice lowered into a drawl as he let his accent roll off his tongue, “Ey, so how long do we have to be out here watching like this?”
    Marco had to laugh because the Hunter was still confused. He loved newbie Hunters who still couldn’t tell if he was Light or Cursed. He watched as the newbie shrugged and returned her attention back to the house. His eyes stayed focused on the Hunter and the house as he stepped closer.
    The intensity of the closeness made her finally speak. “She a potential, waiting for the word to get her.”
    Marco rocked back and forth on his heels, chewing on his cigarillo, his hands calmly sliding in his pockets. “Aw, like you were chica , huh?”
    Within a span of a heartbeat, before she could reply, Marco reached and grabbed the Hunter by her delicate neck and whispered, “Shhhhhhh! Escucha . Play with me.” He felt her struggle while he dragged her from view.
    She tried a swift kick to his head, which he promptly blocked, still gripping her neck. Her sharp grunt and growl revealed her fangs as they glinted in the night with each jerk of her body.
    As she twisted, he held her tighter then turned her to face him. His voice dripped with an icy, malicious drawl. “Let me tell you who I am. I am the grey, and you are no more.”
    Recognition lit her eyes as they flashed red, and she pushed to attack, rasping, “Traitor!”
    Kissing her angry lips, he blew the smoke from his relit trinity into her mouth and watched her choke on it. Her eyes widened at the assault of blessed smoke. She screamed, and he let her go. He stared in deep contention as she clasped at her throat, while still trying to attack him.
    Re-crossing his arms over his wide, solid chest, he sighed and continued to watch with a bored expression on his face as she fell to her knees and looked up at him. Her wide eyes flashed with frozen fear.
    Marco kneeled down before his target and blew more smoke in her face and pushed her head to the side, exposing her neck.
    The frightened Hunter reacted in innate fright-flight reaction, reaching out to claw his face.
    Unfazed, Marco’s bite was quick like a cobra’s and purposely painful. The Hunter paled, letting out a final scream as white light exploded from the street and side of the building where they were, dissolving her into ash and ambers.
    Standing, Marco licked his lips. He savored the taste of her sudden fear of the Light he had poured into her system. With that bite, he was able to connect to that fear of the Most High unto her soulless body, spreading it through her tainted body.
    Turning to walk away, he placed his trinity in his mouth and hummed, “As they say, give up the ghost. Let her know that when you see her again in Hell, bella.”
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    Calvin landed with a thud, cracking cement, as an Anarchy Snatcher blasted him with a punch to his chest.
    â€œDayum!” escaped his lips as he flipped forward and rolled into a low crouch, holding twin scythe blades in each hand. His massive shoulders shifted as he rolled his neck, cracking it. Working a prayer spell into each blade, his emerald eyes softly glowed, as did his tats on the back of his cocoa-rich neck and shoulders. He slowly rose to meet