Bound by Danger (The Alliance #6) - Brenda K. Davies Page 0,117

been a part of it. They’d come here for help and were negotiating with Alejandro to bring more hunters back to their compound. However, not everyone in Alejandro’s compound was eager to be part of the Alliance.

Some of them wanted out, and others refused to give up any of their numbers. They didn’t want to risk leaving themselves unprotected against the growing Savage threat. However, Logan hadn’t expected them to kill Alejandro over it.

Whoever did this had chosen to kill him instead of Logan and Asher, but that was because Ronan sent them here. If something happened to them, the killer risked bringing the wrath of the Alliance down on them. They still risked that wrath when they destroyed Alejandro, but not with the same certainty that would have occurred if someone tried to slaughter Asher and Logan.

However, they’d brought Logan’s wrath down on them. Alejandro, a man he liked and admired, was dead because someone in this compound was a fucking coward.

He glanced at the hunters gathered within the room. They were all Alejandro’s men. They were the ones the fallen hunter trusted the most. They were also the ones who could get close enough to surprise him with an attack. That surprise had failed as Alejandro fought hard before losing his battle.

None of these men looked injured, but Alejandro had been dead for hours before his wife found him. Logan could hear the woman sobbing down the hallway as others sought to comfort her. However, she was beyond their comfort. Each of her sobs only enforced Logan’s growing anger.

These men didn’t look wounded, but enough time had passed that they could have healed. Their clothing could also hide any damage they might have sustained, but if he ordered them to strip, they wouldn’t do it. Instead, it would most likely guarantee their removal from the compound, and then he would never discover Alejandro’s killer.

However, he was aware he and Asher were most likely standing in the room with a killer—a killer he was determined to find and takedown. And then, he would take as many hunters as he could from here and return home to destroy the growing number of Savages and demons aligning against them.

When he met Asher’s gaze again, he saw the same steely determination in his eyes that he felt growing inside him. Before they left here, they would find Alejandro’s murderer.

He just hoped they didn’t get killed in the process.

When he met Asher's gaze again, he saw the same steely determination in his eyes that he felt growing inside him. Before they left here, they would find Alejandro's murderer.

He just hoped they didn't get killed in the process.

A commotion from the end of the hall drew Logan's attention. He stepped back to discover a young woman embracing Alejandro's widow. They spoke for a minute before the woman pulled away and swept down the hall toward them.

The hunters gathered in the hall didn't try to stop her until she reached the end. Then, Juan held out a hand to stop her. "You don't want to see this, Elena."

Elena's black eyes shone with determination when she lifted her chin. Her hair hung just past her shoulders; the sun had turned its dark brown shade a lighter chestnut at the ends.

"I have a right to see my father, Juan."

"Yes, but—"

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way," she bit the words out.

Juan hesitated before releasing her and stepping back. Logan didn't say a word as she entered the room. He'd never met Alejandro's daughter, never even knew she existed, until now.

The beautiful woman carried herself with an air of dignity and confidence, despite the crestfallen look on her face when she spotted her father's body. She hesitated and gulped before walking over to kneel at his side. Elena brushed aside her dark brown bangs before she tenderly touched her father's cheek.

"Who did this?" she demanded with a slight quiver in her voice.

"We don't know," Logan said. "But we will find out."

She lifted her head, and when her eyes met his, he swore his heart skipped a beat. Despite the horror of this place, he found himself entranced by the beauty of her heart-shaped face and golden skin.

"You're a vampire," she spat.

"I am," he confirmed.

Her upper lip curled into a sneer, and while he found her enchanting, he could clearly see that she despised him. There had been a time when he would have hated himself too, but that was years ago.

Then, she turned her attention back to her father, and