I was excited. My cold gaze swept across the Rent-A-Car agency. It was nearly time. When did I become the predator? Honestly, it was after the prey b...came too tempting. The cold steel of the K-Bar along my left leg lent to the chilling reality of the moment. There would be no going back after tonight. Sarah had felt comfortable enough to share her darkest fantasies with me. Truthfully, it was a bit farther than I had ever explored. I had developed a feedback loop where my satisfaction was. "Anyhow," continued Jack, "Sandy Cliff is a kind of new place. Everyone there has the choice of going around nude if they want to. And at any time you can ask somebody to sleep with you. If they're into it, fine. If not, it's no skin. You know what I mean? It's kind of like a free love enclave, but you go there to meet people who are interested in enjoying life and not being uptight. If you want to wear clothes, you do. If you don't want to wear clothes, you don't. Nice, eh?" Only in. Not ... not even things I should be smelling.”Their sense of smell was being blocked, or mitigated. Shit.“Crazy, right?” the hunter said with a laugh. “We have ways. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, we’re not your average hunters. We’re organized, and we’re—”“Working with monsters,” Damien said, slowly rotating his wrist with sword in hand.“Just one.”“One? I counted four.” Jeremiah, Angela, Elen, and the Begotten.The hunter woman paused, spent a few seconds longer thinking about his words than. It’s terraced and from the outside looks quite slim, but it’s tall and goes back a ways, it’s a good place.” he’d said.“Ah sweet, anything I should know about it?” The guy’d pursed his lips, then shook his head, “Nah, it’s in good condition, fully furnished, indentured slave, gardens a little crap but-”“Whoa, back up? What was that?”“...The fully furnished? It’s good stuff? Antique for the most part.”Luke had stared, “No no, the slave?”“Ah! Never owned one before? She’s not worth much, she’s.