Hunting Her Box Set

I’d seriously dance a jig on that fucker’s grave.

Luther Torian used to be a bastard of brutality. Even Hunter was scared of the son of a bitch who made Cole look like a saint.

And now he’s gone. He slipped quietly into the afterlife while the rest of the world remains scared despite his lack of existence.

Well played, Torians. Well played.

I hold Keira close and battle the questions demanding to be answered. I need to know everything. Every fucking thing. When did it happen? How? Why? Who?

But I can’t ask. Not yet. I need to wait until the dust settles. Drilling her for information will only make her uneasy.

So I’m forced to lie here in silence as her breathing descends into smooth, rhythmic inhales. Her head would be a heavy place right now, filled with death, destruction, and fear. Maybe it always has been. God knows how long she’s had to bottle a lifetime worth of secrets.

And one day I’ll have them all. It’s only a matter of time and patience.

Patience—the one trait I’ve never had.

I roll away from her, needing distance to help lessen the hunger for answers. Only the space between us doesn’t relieve my appetite. I throw back the covers, slide from bed, and grab my cell from the pocket of my shirt on the floor.

I don’t know what to do.

Keeping this information bottled feels like I’m handling a nuclear bomb.

Hunter and Sarah are sitting ducks if I keep this news to myself. Anyone back in Portland is in the firing line. Including Layla and Stella. Doesn’t Cole see that?

But I can’t betray Keira. Not when she finally let me in. She gave me her body. Her secrets. Her trust.

Jesus Christ. I’m damned if I do and fucked sideways if I don’t.

Decisions, decisions.

I clench my teeth hard enough for my jaw to ache and stalk for the back of the house. I have to do something. I can’t stand here like a dumb fuck who’s too chicken shit to make a decision.

I won’t.

To hell with that.

I remove the cell case and retrieve the second sim hidden in the secret compartment. I shove out the back door, being hit with the cold night air as I start dialing.

I’m not going to tell anyone about Luther. Not yet. But I can take steps to make things right between me and Keira.

“Is everything okay?” Anissa says in greeting.

My pulse increases, building into a deep throb in my ears. I question what I’m about to say. What I’m about to do.

“Decker?”

“Yeah. I’m here.” I wince and run a hand through my hair. “We’re done, Niss. It’s over.”

“What? Why?” Her voice hardens. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t need you anymore. Don’t contact me again.”