Page 157 of Spirit (Elemental 3)


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Kate didn’t speak, and he eased the knife away from her neck, just an inch. “I didn’t come out here expecting a fight,” he said.

“What were you expecting? Another chance to feel me up?”

That hurt more than it should have, but she didn’t have to know that. “Why? Is that offer on the table?”

“Just kill me or let me go.”

“I don’t like either of those options. You’re another Fifth, aren’t you?”

“Oh, good. You’ve figured that out.”

“You’re working with the guy from last night?”

She kept glaring up at him, and that was answer enough. Hunter glanced around, but the trees were still. Casper was probably off chasing a rabbit or whatever. “Is he going to try to shoot me again?”

“Why did you flip sides?” she demanded.

He looked back down at her. “Who says I flipped sides?”

“You’re living with the Merricks.”

“Yeah, and they hate me.”

“You should hate them.”

For an instant, Hunter wanted to lift the knife and use it on himself. Her question narrowed his entire internal debate down to one fine point.

“They stopped those fires last night,” he said quietly. “They saved my life after your boyfriend shot me.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Her face lost some of the righteous fury. “And I know they did.”

“Sounds like you care.”

“About all those people? Of course I care.”

That wasn’t what he’d meant, but he didn’t correct her. It shouldn’t have made a difference, but it loosened something inside him, to hear that she couldn’t disengage her conscience, either. “So what do you want, Kate? What?”

“I want your help.”

“You thought you’d get it with a knife at my neck?”

“When you showed up, you were so . . . so cagey. I knew you’d figured it out. What I am.” Her voice dropped. “I thought you really were on their side. I thought you’d kill me before I could explain myself.”

“Guess I’m not all that predictable.”

She wriggled her wrist under his hand. “Do you mind?”

He raised one eyebrow. “Just talk?”

She nodded. “Just talk.”

So they sat against opposing trees, but he kept her knife, spinning it between his hands. “Maybe you should tell me the whole story. Transferred from Saint Mary’s? I should have figured out that was a load of crap on the Ferris wheel.”

She didn’t blush, but her jaw was set. “I thought you’d be suspicious of someone from out of town.”

“Did you know what I was, that first day?”

“I knew John Garrity had died after taking an assignment to eliminate the Merricks. The name was too close to be a coincidence.”

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