The hunter grimaced. “Screw you for thinking I’m a civil servant,” Rhiannon said, grabbing a stool some guy vacated and popping a hip onto the seat. She took another burning swallow of Katherine’s preferred alcohol and handed the bottle back. “In answer to your question, I hunt anything picking off enough people to make a name for itself. Therianthropes, hybrids, and yeah. Vampires. Sometimes I get a call from an old hunting contact about a target, or I come across something that looks weird in the news.” She hesitated before adding, “Other times, I get a head’s up from someone who plays for your team.”