I sheathed her, then said, "As much as I'd love to avenge Jak's death with yours, I think the fate that awaits you is far worse, vampire. Enjoy what is left of your life."
With that, Azriel took me in his arms and swept us out of there. It was only when I was home that I finally allowed myself to grieve for the man I'd once loved.
Hunter's phone call came as no surprise, but it took all my willpower not to hit the Answer button and call her every name under the sun.
That would not only be a stupid move, but dangerous to those I loved.
"What?" is all I said. My voice was tight, and my hands clenched. It was a wonder I didn't crack the phone, so tight was my grip.
"Did you get my message?" she all but purred. A cat enjoying playing with her mouse.
And the mouse had no option but to take it. At least for the moment.
"Yes."
Her eyes gleamed with maliciousness. "And did the message get through?"
"Yes." It came out as little more than a spit of angry air. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and added, "But why Jak? He wasn't doing anyone any harm —"
"Which made him the perfect specimen for my little demonstration," she cut in. "I would have chosen Rhoan, even though his death would have annoyed my brother greatly, but that would also take out Riley. I have no wish to come to blows with Quinn just yet."
Meaning a confrontation with Quinn was in her cards sometime in the future?
More than likely, Azriel commented. Your uncle is not the type to sit back and let Hunter's plans proceed unheeded. She would need him gone to openly make her move for domination of all.
The bitch wasn't only certifiable, she was a glimpse of our future if we didn't stop hell's gates from being opened.
Because she sure as fuck had to be one of hell's finest.