Vaughn smirked weakly again.
Too confident.
Too calm.
“I know lots of things.”
I crouched in front of him before anybody could stop me.
The tavern went silent instantly.
“You need to start making smarter choices.”
Vaughn tilted his head slightly. “Or what?”
I smiled.
Bad move on his part.
Because Trigger muttered quietly behind me:
“Oh, he’s got the murder smile again.”
Wolf sighed heavily. “Yep.”
I kept my eyes on Vaughn.
“You know what happens when Rangers lose people?”
His smirk faded slightly.
Good.
“See, normal men panic.” I leaned closer. “Normal men break.”
The room had gone deadly still now.
“But Rangers?”
I could feel Flick watching me.
Feel her heartbeat from six feet away.
“We hunt.”
Vaughn swallowed hard.
“There’s a box in that house,” I continued quietly. “And something tells me you’re suddenly very interested in whether we find it.”
Nothing.
But his eyes flickered.
Tiny movement.
Enough.
Wolf saw it too.
