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She stepped closer to him, wanting to hit him. Her voice came out as a whisper. “Did you kill my friends?”
“They’re not your friends,” he said. “Becca, they’re dangerous—”
“You’re dangerous,” she hissed. “They are my friends! You have to—”
“Becca.” Her father’s voice sliced right through hers, and he stepped toward her. “We are in the middle of a grocery store parking lot.” A hand reached out as if to grab her.
Hunter seized her wrist and dragged her behind him. “Keep your hands off her.”
Her father glared at him, but then glanced around the parking lot. They’d already earned a few looks from other patrons. “Becca,” he said quietly. “We can talk about this somewhere else.”
“Unless this somewhere else is where you’re holding Chris and Nick, we’re going to talk about it right here.”
Her father took a step forward—making Hunter take a step back. She was right up against him now, her hands against his lower back, her hands brushing the holster.
I don’t believe in accidents.
She hadn’t even thought it through before her hands were on the gun.
And then she was pointing it at her father.
He went white. At least she had that satisfaction. “Becca—this is crazy. You have no idea what you’re doing.”
A woman screamed, somewhere nearby. A guy was yelling for someone to call 911.
Holy crap. She was pointing a gun at her father.
A father who’d tried to kill her. More than once.
“Becca,” whispered Hunter. He took a long, slow breath. “Give me the gun.”
“Talk!” she cried. “Where are they? Did you kill them? Did you—”
“I didn’t kill them,” her father said. “Becca, if you know I’m the Guide, then you know there are things we can get away with. Shooting someone in public is not one of them.”
“Do you hate me?” she said. Her voice cracked at the end.
“What?” He shook his head. “Becca—no—”
“Do you?” she cried. “You left me. You left me. And now you’re back, and you’ve tried to kill me twice—”
“I have not tried to kill you. I’m trying to keep the Merrick brothers away from you. When I left, I did it to protect you. Do you understand me? I’m trying to protect you.”
“Bullshit.” She wished she knew how to c**k the gun, just for effect. But she was worried she’d shoot him by accident.
She heard sirens.
Holy. Crap.
Her breath was shaking. “Talk fast.”
“No one knew about you,” he said. “Your mother isn’t one of us, and I wanted to keep you out of it. I wasn’t even sure you’d come into your abilities. But when you were eleven, a girl died, and the Merrick brothers were involved. A Guide was called.” He was looking at her significantly. “Me, Becca. They wanted me to take care of it.”
The gun was heavy. She felt her arms starting to waver. “I still don’t understand.”
“We lived in the same town! You went to school with one of them. When I went to the house—well, their mother was very convincing.” His tone was grim. “She knew about you, Becca. For the first time, someone had leverage against me.”
“Skip to the part where you left,” she snapped.
