Chapter 590

“Our souls don’t break.”

“What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Malia.”

“Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.”

“How is that even possible?”

“It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs.

I look over at his