wasn’t always like this.
Not the huntress, a vicious killer.
I wasn’t even meant to be the huntress.
That was my twin sister, Kristianne.
That is—until I killed her.
“Arianna! Kristianne! Get down here. NOW!” That voice could only mean one thing…
“We’re coming mom!” My goody-two-shoes twin Krissy responded with her happy shrill voice. “Aria we did it again! We overslept!”