He appeared in a black suit and his usual scuffed boots and pulled her into his left side, so handsome he took her breath away. She put her arm around his waist and felt a suspicious bulge. "Would a gun work against the hunters? They don't seem quite human to me."
"They're not. They live an average life of three hundred years and are faster and can recover from most injuries that would kill normal humans."
"Three hundred years. Where did they come from?"
"Determined in breeding," he muttered with sardonic bite.
"What?"
"They've been breeding super hunters for centuries. I guess it's starting to pay off for them."
"I hope you mean arranged marriages and not the picture that just came to my mind."
"Some of it was arranged marriages, but there are rumors of women forced to bear children of the strongest hunters in centuries past."
She shivered at the revolting picture his words brought to mind. "That's horrible."