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Lizzie Saltzman was a trained killer from birth. That’s what her uncle always said. She’d killed her twin in the womb—ate her, absorbed her—and then she’d killed her mother on the way out, a feat her uncle had been trying to accomplish for nearly a decade before Lizzie was even thought of. She was a monster hunter, and she was good at what she did. She pushed for perfection, she was terrified of failure, and she had absolutely nothing to lose. She’d never missed a shot, never let a target walk away. Until the day she did both.
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Hope Mikaelson was a new kind of monster. Not just a tribrid—a vampire, a werewolf, and a witch—but a monster who knew exactly how monster hunters worked. She’d been one herself, back when she’d gone by Hope Marshall. She knew all their tricks. She knew exactly what made then tick. She knew how they were trained and what moves they were going to make before they made them and exactly how sour their blood tasted, meant to be a deterrent but like sour candy to Hope. And today, she had a real craving.