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Becca was having a hard time figuring out whose side to be on.
Hunter had his hands up, but his eyes were furious.
Michael pressed the steel barrel against Hunter’s forehead, making him bow back a little. “Where are they?”
Hunter glared at him and didn’t say anything. Casper was snarling beside his master, obviously still trapped in the grass.
Michael grabbed the front of Hunter’s shirt and shook him. “Where are they?”
“Stop it!” she cried. “Michael—”
“He knows,” Michael growled.
“I don’t,” said Hunter, his voice dark. “I don’t have any idea.”
“Hey, Law-and-Order,” said Gabriel. “Let him go.”
Michael didn’t move. “Why?”
“He’s not the Guide. He’s not strong enough. I was on the bridge. I was on the field last night. That guy—it’s not a teenager. And he wouldn’t be bowing to a gun.”
“He knows something.” Michael adjusted his grip on the weapon.
And then Hunter moved.
Becca couldn’t even follow it all. An arm here, a fist there. Michael was suddenly on the ground, disarmed.
The gun was back in Hunter’s hand, pointed at Michael. His feet hadn’t shifted. “You want to keep playing?”
Michael gaped up at him, looking more stunned than hurt.
Gabriel was staring at Hunter. “Dude. I’m going to need to see that again.”
Hunter didn’t put the gun away. “Something tells me you’ll get another chance.”
He’d trapped his emotion somehow, and now had full control of himself. His easy confidence spoke to her, reminded her that Hunter was a friend—or had pretended to be.
“Was it all a lie?” she said. “From the start?”
He didn’t glance up, but his voice was soft. “I never lied to you, Becca. Even at first, when I thought—” He shook his head slightly. “I never lied.”
“How about now?” said Becca. “Do you know where they are?”
“I have no idea where they are.”
“He’s lying,” snapped Michael.
“Why would I lie?” Hunter shot back.
“There has to be another Guide,” she said. She remembered Tyler’s threats, when she’d first met him. “When your father didn’t show up, Tyler and Seth called for another. Would you recognize him? Could you help us—”
“Why would I help them?” said Hunter, keeping his gun trained on Michael.
“You think you’re safe?” said Gabriel. “You’re not a real Guide. What if he comes after you next? You know he’ll stay in town until he finds all the Elementals, finds out who’s a threat. Rogue kid with a gun? Might make the list.”
“Yeah,” said Becca. “What if someone paints a pentagram on your door?”
Their words seemed to hit Hunter like stray bullets, drawing his attention away from Michael.
