A shuddering sigh of relief escaped her. He had lowered the blade from the delicate column of her throat. The hooded Hunter was going to let her live after all! At least long enough to ask her more question. A knot tied in her stomach and it churned like a boat on choppy waters. A bead of sweat rolled down her face, which was even paler than normal. He turned her to face him, lowering the hood that covered his looks. What she saw stunned her. The face beneath was not a horrible sight, like she had imagine. Instead it was a face that looked like it had been crafted by the spirits solely to beguile her. Beautiful men had always been a weakness of hers and, as protected as she was, she rarely saw any. The pain in his eyes struck her as well as his words. This man; this hunter had a past that caused him untold amounts of pain.<br/><br/>âI have heard,â she replied in a whisper. âI have and I understand you need to have your vengeance and while I donât understand why that has to come out on me, you should be allowed to avenge the deaths of your family. I only ask for a small mercy though. My grandmother is sweet and is liked by all in our neighborhood. She helps everyone out and it would hurt them all if she were to pass like this. I beg of you. Let me save her. Sheâ¦ she is all that I have and I would rather be dead than see her suffer.â<br/><br/>Her chest heaved with how rapidly she was breathing. Her head swam with all of the emotions that were going through her body. Why hadnât she simply enchanted this young man into doing what she wanted? It would have caused less grief for her and allow her to slip easily away. Golden red, vibrant curls hung over her shoulder and she tugged at the ringlet nervously.<br/><br/>âFor her safety I am handing myself over to you. Donât let her die. Please, donât let her die!â