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I shrugged. "I'm not a mighty hunter. I'm just a Southern belle who stays home, bakes cookies, and possibly serves mighty hunters iced tea if they happen to drop by." Arland blinked. "You broke it, you fix it," Sean said.
A soul, if such a thing exists at all, doesn't filter into you at birth through your mother's umbilical cord. Souls come from the people who shape you as you grow.
"I suggest you give up now. According to my research, in a vampire-werewolf love triangle, the vampire always gets the girl."
