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I wanted to believe that Neffers was okay, but my heart was heavy at the probability of him not being.
Regardless, though, I needed to get to the boat anyway. It was my only shot.
“We need to keep moving,” Zane said gruffly. “Best to travel at night. They’ll be sending out drones to find us come sunrise.”
The three of them turned to start hiking, but I held my ground. It wasn’t until they were several yards away and realized I wasn’t moving that they finally stopped and turned around.
Zane let out an impatient huff. “What now?”
I didn’t like this guy. First, he’d looked at me like a meal, and now I was more of an inconvenience than anything.
I didn’t like him, and I sure as heck didn’t trust him.
He lifted his brow, the white scar that split the thick hair glowing in the moonlight.
I ground my molars together. “This wasn’t a group plan,” I gritted out.
“Is now,Hellcat,”he said with a slight sneer.
I sucked in a sharp breath, which only made his smug smile grow.
A Hellcat was the term for all the Kappa-born females. Anybody born with the Kappa strain was raised in a compound and taught and trained as an assassin. Most Hellcats had their first kill on their eighth birthday. It was a coming-of-age ritual and something celebrated and rewarded.
So yes, technically, I was a Hellcat. He wasn’t wrong. When they asked me my strain and I repliedKappa,they knew that I was a Hellcat.
Violent, temperamental, and unpredictable. Another name we went by was Angel of Death.
That didn’t mean that I wasn’t startled by his use of the word, though.
Nobody had ever called me that … at least not that way.
And the response it prompted in my body was something I would have to investigate later. I did not like the way it made heat pool in certain places or my arms get tingly.
What was that about?
“I could shoot all three of you in the back of the head right now,” I said.
He showed me his back again. “Then why haven’t you?”
“Rix saved me, so maybe I’ll just spare him.”
“Go for it,” Zane called back, calling my bluff.
I lifted my gun again and aimed it at the back of Zane’s head. My finger brushed the trigger.
Just because you were trained to be a killer doesn’t mean you are. They haven’t hurt you. They saved you.
Growling, I raced forward to catch up with them, regretting not shooting him in the head when Zane started to chuckle. “Good kitty,” he murmured.
I growled again, which only prompted him to chuckle more.
We walked in silence.
My feet were cold, but I pushed the numbness in my toes out of my mind and just let the joy of being free wrap around me like a warm cocoon. There was rarely a tree that we passed that I didn’t reach out and stroke its bark. I kept grabbing chunks of moss and just holding it in my palm, brushing my fingers over the soft, wet, spongy plant. I would put it to my nose and inhale deeply, feeling light-headed from the earthy fragrance.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Zane grumbled after we’d been walking for twenty minutes.
“Smelling stuff,” I said, letting my words drip with just as much venom as his.
