"Do I look like I give a crap what your name is?"

He's stalling for time, and her grip tightens a little on the gun. "I don't know what you mean by 'hunter.' I'm the goddamned Heir, and it's my job to send demon scum back to Hell on the Peacemaker express."

Her jaw's tight as she watches him. "Peacemaker burned you. So you're a demon, or a revenant, or both."

Or some other kind of supernatural piece of shit. Honestly, it's getting hard to keep track of them all. "Which is it?"