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“Dont see you have much choice,”
“Pity” with a sudden surge of movement, the hunter lunged. But not at him. His hand sliding under the pillow, he pulled out a revolver.
Throwing himself across the bed, Hyde's hand reaching for the gun even as the shot sounded.
“Fuck!”
Breathing hard, his head turned to the side. He could feel the warm splattered blood dripping down the side of his face. Opening his eyes, he stared down at the bloody mess of what was once had been a head. Now a more messy pulp of flesh, bone and brain.
“Fuck!” Slamming his fist into the floor, he breathed hard. His whole body trembling with rage. Ears still ringing from the shot, he swore again.
He had royally fucked this up. Hyde stood up, pulling himself away from the still-warm corpse. With a deep breath, he ran a shaking hand over his face, flicking the wet blood off his fingers. Staring at the photos on the wall, he wanted to kick his own temperamental ass.
He had let the bloody hunter get under his skin. It was ... fuck! Had been his only lead. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.
The Inquisition hunters he had dealt with in the past. Carried nothing that led back to who they really wore. They even seared their fingerprints off. Any ID would be false. And with the asshole headless by the bed. Any chance of him finding out why Talia had been a target died with him.
Opening his eyes, he rolled his shoulders.
His eyes staring straight into hers. Her school photo mocking him. Her innocent smile tearing at him.
He didn't have time for self pity. It would only be a short while before the cops arrived. Some moron would have called them by now.
Moving to the wall. Hyde pulled the photos off their pins. Picking up the two he had dropped earlier, he stuffed them into his back pocket. He moved to the bag on the second bed, dumping out the contents. The sniper rifle, bullets. Spare clothes. Pistol and more bullets. But last, a small notebook. His frown deepened as he flipped it open and registered the messy writing.
The address of the wedding shop.
His frown deepened as he picked it up. Someone had to have tipped the hunter off to where Talia would be. Draven had long thought he had a spy in his court. The address in his hand confirmed it. In one swift motion, he ripped the page out and turned away from the table. His eyes scanning the room. Stuffing the paper into his back pocket, he moved over to the jacket. Emptying the pockets, he growled in frustration. Just the room key and a pack of gum.
“Where the hell is your phone?”
He could smell the metallic tang of blood as he moved over to the cooling body. Hyde knelt near the bed as he pushed his hands into the guy's jeans. He grimaced as he fished a flip Nokia phone out of his pocket. A burner phone if he ever saw one.
Flipping it open, he frowned at the locked screen before sliding it into his front jeans. He would have to get Pirate to have a look at it and see if he could get any extra info. Rummaging through the pockets. He paused.
His head turning to the bed, he inhaled.
Past the smell of sulphur and blood, something teased his senses. A familiar scent.
Eyes flaring red, he pulled the covers back. Leaning onto the bed. He pressed his cheek against the rumbled sheets and drew in a deep breath.
The scent teasing his mind. A day. Maybe more old.
A witch.
A witch he had hunted before. His head lifted, and he growled softly in his throat as his mind connected the dots.
Marnie. The witch who given Talia to the Black Rock clan. She had been here. In bed with the hunter.
An Arcadian working with an Inquisition hunter. Normally, he would be shocked, but he was not surprised by anything with this witch..
He sent the motel's address to Scythe before shoving his mobile phone in his back pocket. With any luck, Scythe and his team would beat the cops. Keeping the locals from talking and hiding the body. The less the Inquisition knew, the better.
He stood, making his way to the door. The night was still young, and he had a fresh prey. This time, she wouldn't escape him. This time, he would get answers.
His focus absolute, he moved into the night. The lights of the city becoming a blur around him as he stalked through the streets. Moving past the crowds, past the shop fronts and even over roofs. He followed the trail of her scent through the city. She had changed Uber’s three times before finally heading towards her true destination.
She was doing her best to lie low. To avoid detection
