The Hunter (Boston Belles, #1)

by L.J. Shen

I couldn’t believe I’d thought her to be anything less than gorgeous a few months ago. I was addicted to every curve of her face now.

Hunter had disappeared, and with him, my favorite summer.

I’d never loved someone myself to know what love looked like. Not truly. Not until Sailor.

I was the bow. He was the arrow. We hunted together. A team. We were also each other’s prey.

He would never know, I thought. How he’d caught me. How he’d captured me. How he truly owned me. The boy who let the hail drown him. Who didn’t fight back. Who once gave up. He would never know, because in his eyes, I was the one who’d caught him.