I plant my heels right beside his head, and he stops moving entirely.
“Xavier. Look at me.”
He slowly rolls around between my feet, the terror quite beautifully distorting the grimace on his face. “Um … don’t kill me.”
A depraved smile forms on my face.
God, I love the adrenaline rush that hunting gives me.
I grab him by the collar and lift him off the ground, then drag him with me like a rag doll back to where I found them scheming behind my back aboutmybusiness. Orion’s still precisely where I left him, as if he doesn’t give a shit that I caught them in the act.
“You tried …” Orion murmurs as I dump Xavier right next to him.
“Shut up,” Xavier hisses at him as he crawls up from the ground and pats down his pants like nothing ever happened, but the mud-covered blood stains on his pants tell me enough.
“Now, where were we?” I say, folding my arms.
“Sunny … hi, how are you?” Orion says, awkwardly waving at me, like that’s going to save him from the severe trouble they’re in.
“I will kill you later.”
He moans—actually fucking moans. Goddamn melted piece of candle.
“What were you two doing here?”
“Nothing,” Orion answers, running his hands through his luscious locks.
“I wasn’t asking you,” I say, directing my attention toward Xavier. “Answer me.”
“It’s gone now. You don’t have to worry about anything, I swear,” he says.
I get right up in his face, so close he leans backward out of sheer fright.
“Exactlywhatis gone?”
He rubs his lips together. “Um …”
“How did you even find us?” Orion blurts out, interrupting my interrogation.
My eyes shoot his way, and he visibly flinches. “I saw the goddamn license plate and car brand when I was driving back tocampus after I received an ominous warning, and I decided to follow.”
“Goddammit,” Orion mumbles. “I knew we’d been seen.”
“What warning?” Xavier asks in shock.
I grab him by the shirt. “I don’t divulge information. You do. Now tell me the truth.”
He gulps, visibly shaken. “Yes, ma’am.”
My eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about a certain cop namedBobgoing missing, now, would you?”
“It’s compl—”
“Where is he?” I interject.
Xavier’s finger slowly points toward the blazing fire from the burner in the background, and goose bumps spread on my skin.
“You threw him in there?”
