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wouldn't see her, and to wear strong perfume and freshly laundered
clothing so he couldn't catch her scent.
    She'd forgone the perfume tonight, though. On the night of her
final approach, she liked to be more sporting.
    The apartment complex had a jumbled, meandering layout, the
buildings connected by long, winding sidewalks. Jen ambled down
towards the building she'd thought most likely, her heels making a
light clicking noise on the pavement. The breeze kicked up again,
lightly tousling her hair. She would have to make sure to keep
walking against the wind, rather than with it. She doubted he'd
run, but it would be such a disappointment if he scented her before
she caught him. Jen preferred to win their game on her own
terms.
    One of the tenants in the building across from her target had
planted roses along their side wall, and Jen stopped to admire
them. One of the tricks to this business was to appear nonchalant
and nonthreatening, without sacrificing the advantage. Jen
certainly didn't look very much like a hunter tonight - wearing her
casual overdress and high-heeled boots, she could have been any
tenant coming home, or any ordinary visitor. Nobody seeing her here
would think she was up to anything suspicious - she'd drawn no
particular attention on the way here, and there was nothing unusual
about someone stopping to smell the roses. But from this vantage
point, she had a clear view of the entrances to the other building.
Her quarry would be arriving home soon; it'd taken considerable
effort to ferret out his work schedule, for which she applauded
him, but she'd at last figured it out. If she'd guessed the wrong
building, that was all right. She'd just come back the next night,
and the next, checking them one by one until he
appeared.
    He was a fine mark, always a challenge - but she always caught
him in the end.
    There were footsteps approaching. A man's business shoes,
possibly, from the sound of them. Jen quietly and calmly
sidestepped so that she was hidden behind the rose bushes, and
watched carefully through the leaves.
    Ah. There he was. Right on time.
    This was the moment on which everything hinged. Her pride as a
hunter hung on this last stretch - to be noticed before she had him
perfectly snared would mean ignominy and defeat. She tested the
wind - still and calm, but the occasional breeze blew towards her.
Smiling, she reached into her purse, her hand closing on polished
wood. She watched him silently as he rounded the corner, and walked
up to the door she'd been watching.
    Oh, but he looked lovely tonight. A modest turtleneck
accentuated his broad shoulders and pale skin, his dark hair
impeccably styled. His long, graceful fingers reached into his
pockets, withdrawing his keys. She licked her lips unconsciously,
taking care to blunt the sound of her heels on the sidewalk as she
slowly, carefully approached him.
    Pulling the stake from her purse produced a faint, unavoidable
noise, and he turned. A moment too late: no sooner had he noticed
her presence than she had moved, the tip of the stake now pressed
to his chest.
    He threw his hands up in surrender, eyes wide and focused on
her face. Beneath his collar, his Adam's apple bobbed
nervously.
    "Found you," she said, smiling.
    "Yeah," he said, the faint smile on his face belying his
anxious tone. "You win."
    "I always do, don't I?" she purred, drawing closer to drape an
arm over his shoulders, though she didn't lower the stake. She knew
he liked that feeling of danger.
    "It wouldn't be much fun if you didn't," he admitted
softly.
    She chuckled, and tilted her head up to kiss his jaw. "Well,
then, Alexander, have you been a good boy?"
    He swallowed again. "O-of course I have."
    "Really?" She drawled the word out, running her finger down
along his neck, tugging the high collar down. Underneath the
fabric, his flesh was bare. "Oh, dear. Alex, Alex, Alex - what have
I told you about lying to me?"
    "Jen-- Mistress--"
    "How many times, Alex?" she scolded, her