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That got his attention. “Becca, if he’s already taken them, there’s nothing—”
“But you’re strong! They’re strong! You could help.”
“Becca, I can’t.”
She reached out a hand and put it on his arm, gently, so as not to spook him. “There’s been too much violence, Hunter. The Merrick brothers have been tormented since they moved here. They shouldn’t be killed because a bunch of bullies are scared of them.”
He didn’t say anything.
“You saw what Tyler and Seth did to Chris,” she said. “You saw how they came after the Merricks at the party. They are not good guys.”
Hunter was shaking his head. “Becca, I can’t—”
“Did you know Seth and Drew tried to rape me in the middle of this field last night?”
His head jerked up.
“Yeah. They did.” Wow, her voice was actually steady. Strong. “That apology? Crap. They grabbed me and dragged me to the middle of the field and tried to rip my dress off and—”
She stopped. Hunter actually looked stricken.
“They did,” she said, more quietly. “And Chris saved me, while you were off trying to kill Michael. That’s the only reason he was on this field last night, and the only reason the Guide got to him while he was alone. So don’t tell me you can’t get involved.”
“Becca,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I had no—”
“Don’t be sorry!” She wanted to punch him, but he still had his hands wrapped around a gun. “Sorry doesn’t mean anything, Hunter. Do something. Help me.”
He wasn’t looking at Michael anymore, but at her. His expression was a mix of pity and regret, anger and sadness and rage barely contained behind flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.
She stared back at him. “At least put up the gun.”
Hunter glanced at Michael. “Not until he lets go of my feet.”
“Gun first,” said Michael.
“I’m not falling for that again,” said Hunter.
“Then give it to me,” said Becca.
Hunter raised his eyebrows.
Then he sighed, turned the gun sideways, and released the hammer. She swallowed and held her hand out, but he only gave her half a smile.
Then he lifted the edge of his shirt and slid it into a holster at the small of his back.
Now that the gun wasn’t pointed at him, Michael climbed to his feet—slowly. He was watching Casper, who was still growling at him.
“So now you’ll help,” Michael said.
“I’ll help Becca,” Hunter said. He paused and looked out at the field. “Though I don’t know what I can do. I haven’t seen another Guide in town. I’m assuming you’ve tried to track—”
“Yeah,” said Michael.
“Maybe we could create a diversion,” said Gabriel.
They all looked at him.
“You know,” he said. “Make something explode, or call up a storm—” He stopped short, as if remembering his brothers weren’t with them. “Or an earthquake, or something to draw out the Guide.”
