One of them pulls a knife, flicking his wrist like he’s going to throw it at me. I don't give him a chance.
I lift my hand and send him flying against the side of the nearest building. The knife skitters out of his grip as my magic keeps him pinned against the brick wall, his face beet red and panic welling in his eyes.
“Who sent you?” I demand, my voice low and threatening. The power in me surges, and the air thickens with magic. “How did you know we’d be here?”
The other Hunter, believing me distracted, lunges at me with a battle roar from the side. Before he can reach me, Jake tackles him to the ground, grabbing his arm and twisting it until he cries out, dropping his weapon with a thud.
They’re finished
“Are you going to answer me?” I ask the Hunter I have suspended in the air. “We can do this either the easy way or the hard— HOLY SHIT!”
I take an automatic step backwards when I see the strange pill between the Hunter’s teeth. He bites down, and almost immediately, he begins to seize, foam erupting from his mouth.
“Umm…I don’t think this was supposed to happen,” Jake deadpans, and I turn to see the second Hunter also seizing, his eyes wide and unseeing.
“Did they seriously just ingest cyanide?” I ask, incredulous.
“It appears so.” Jake frowns at the body at his feet—before turning towards the other five surrounding us. “Any ideas of what we’re going to do about this?”
He tries to sound nonchalant, but panic sparks in his eyes, and his hands begin to shake.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Call Silas. Tell him there’s a change in plans. We need to hide some bodies.”
Seven of them, to be exact. Well, six, since one of them has been buried alive.
Motherfucker.
Thirty-Two
REID
Haven’t been able to sleep in days. Can’t stop thinking about Izzy. About the Hunters. About the vampires and the witches and the plethora of other problems we’ve developed over the weeks that don’t seem to have a solution in sight.
“Dude, can you drive any faster?” Emery chirps from the back seat, leaning forward to place one arm on my seat and the other on Ethan’s.
“Get your dog breath out of my face,” Ethan retorts with a grimace, though his lips quirk up in a grin.
Emery exaggeratedly breathes on Ethan, and Ethan shoves at his shoulder good-naturedly.
“Dude.” Ethan runs a hand through the fluff of blond hair on the top of his head.
The twins’ hair has only just begun to grow back, and it sort of reminds me of peach fuzz currently. I’m just grateful they have eyebrows again. It was unnerving as fuck to see them without any.
Emery abruptly falls back in his seat with a huff. “Drive faster,” he whines.
“We’re already here,” Ethan points out with an eye roll.
I grunt something noncommittally as I steer the car into a parking space downtown.
When the three of us received a text from Jake telling us Izzy was back, we all left school immediately and came down here. We need to see her. Talk to her. Ensure she’s okay.
Ethan—the smug bastard—was able to visit her a couple of days ago, but the rest of us haven’t been so lucky. I only have his word to fall back on. And who knows what has happened since he left? It’s been days for us, butweeksfor her. Was she hurt? Is she able to control her magic? Did she discover anything about herself?
God, I’m desperate to see her with my own two eyes. An emotion akin to hope clogs my throat.
“Is that her?” Emery asks, pointing out the window.
