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And then, as my gaze darted through the room, my eyes caught on one of the skimpily dressed women, a young brunette who was perched on an older man’s lap. He caught up her hair in his hand and tugged her head toward him, and a dark blotch showed just above her hairline at the back of her neck.
My pulse hiccupped. Unable to think, barely able to breathe, I stalked through the room straight to her and lifted her hair higher.
The woman squawked and jerked away from me, and the man started to sputter, but I’d seen enough in that brief glimpse. She had a tattoo imprinted at the back of her skull—a tattoo of a droplet with a line slicing through it diagonally, just like the one on my own neck.
The mark of the organization behind the household. What the hell was going on?
The thumping of my heartbeat had drowned out most of the noise around me, but the commotion I’d caused had drawn other patrons’ attention—including the boss’s. I glanced up, locked in my daze of shock, to find the Hunter striding toward me.
The crew pulled close around me in a protective formation. The Hunter didn’t look remotely fazed. He walked in a straight line, trusting that those around him would dart out of his path if they were in his way—and they did. It was only a matter of seconds before he came to a stop just a couple of feet from where I stood, his expression impenetrable.
Had he stolen that woman from another location like the household, the same way he’d tried to steal me? Or was something even bigger going on here? I was too off-balance to sort through everything I’d just discovered.
The accusation tumbled out of me. “You had them killed. The people who kidnapped me. You were behind the massacre at the household.”
He cocked his head slightly to the side as if trying to feign confusion, but his voice came out too steady for me to believe he didn’t understand. “I believe you’ll find that Damien Malik was responsible for that incident.”
What? I might have been bewildered, but I knew that one statement was impossible. My birth father had clearly had no idea whatsoever that I was alive when I’d first approached him. He’d still believed that I’d died in a car crash as a toddler.
As the Hunter stared me down, the understanding sank in that I might be in the middle of a game much vaster than I’d ever suspected. I had no idea where I stood or what the rules were.
And the man in front of me, standing tall amid his crowd of underlings without any sign of concern that I’d found him, could be an even bigger monster than the one I’d just killed.
