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The most annoying part was Hunter wished he could be mad about it all, and yet…He’d enjoyed every single slap and bite. Even so, they were going to have to discuss his role here, at the club, and in the Brumal as a whole.
Odin had given him two options in the beginning, and though he hadn’t been entirely serious about them, they still applied. Either Hunter could be his mate or his sex slave, and he’d chosen the first. That meant, while it was great and all, fucking wasn’t the only thing Hunter wanted to be good for.
The rest of his life couldn’t be spent in Snow’s bed, no matter how much they both enjoyed him being there.
He used the restroom, washed his hands, and took another second to look himself over again. He’d put on weight and muscle and appeared five times more healthy than he had when he’d first been brought here against his will. There was a hint of stubble on his face and he considered taking the time to shave, but there was no telling how long it would take Odin to deal with the fire, and though he’d promised he’d let Hunter rest, there was also no telling what type of mood he’d be in when he got back.
There was a fifty-fifty chance Odin would toss him onto the bed and slip back inside before Hunter could even remind him he’d planned on sleeping.
He’d just stepped out of the bathroom when another knock came on the door, and with a frown, he made his way over snatching up a pair of black sweatpants from the floor as he went. Whoever it was, he wouldn’t be greeting them naked, that was for sure.
Corbi’s face appeared on the touch screen when he clicked the button causing his frown to deepen.
“Thorn,” her voice came through the speaker but she kept her eyes on the door in front of her, “I’ve been sent to retrieve you.”
“What?” He tried to remember what Odin had said to him earlier before leaving, but it was vague since he’d been so damn tired. One part stood out, however. “I was told to stay here.”
“Things changed,” she said, glancing down the hallway on her left, appearing a bit nervous.
It was rare to see her worried about much of anything, and Hunter felt his shoulders tensing as worry began to finally set in.
“What happened?” he asked.
“The fire was worse than anticipated,” she explained. “And it was a distraction. We’re under attack right now. I need to get you out of the building and to somewhere safe.”
There was nowhere safer than Club Cherry, that was why he was being kept there.
His hesitancy must have been obvious for she stopped waiting and opened the door herself, keying in the code that only Odin was meant to know.
If Snow had given it to her, that had to mean she was telling the truth.
Corbi didn’t have reason to lie. She was Odin’s most loyal follower.
The door swished open and the moment she spotted him she quickly averted her gaze.
“Let me grab a shirt.” And shoes. Hunter pulled on the first thing he could find and made his way back to her. “Where is he?” It must be really bad for Odin not to come to get him himself. “Shouldn’t we—”
“He’ll be safer without you around to distract him,” Corbi cut him off.
“I’m not that useless.” He stepped out of the room and entered the hallway, needing to pick up the pace when she immediately turned on her heel and headed toward the back stairwell on the opposite side of the floor.
“How many of Frost’s people are in the building?” he asked, trying to listen for any sounds of fighting but hearing nothing. Considering they were on the top level and the main area of the club open to the public was on the bottom, that wasn’t too surprising.
“I can’t be certain,” Corbi replied as she typed in the code to access the stairwell door and led him inside. “There were at least a few dozen when I left. There’s a good chance they’re just stirring the pot and checking for weaknesses in our defenses. We’ll get them under control before any real damage is done, but the guests are scattering and screaming and causing a fuss.”
“Well,” he shrugged, “they came here to screw and drink, not get caught in the middle of a Brumal battle. Can’t blame them.”
It did however make sense that Frost would send them to test the waters. He’d most likely sent in one undercover agent to start the first fire, distracting the employees so others could slip inside and begin the attack. The men on the street keeping watch wouldn’t be able to identify a random soldier, even with Frost’s numbers as low as they were.
Still, after all of Odin’s talk, Hunter would have assumed Club Cherry to be a fortress. If he’d been instructed to leave, something must have gone wrong. Knowing how crafty Isa could be, that wasn’t too surprising when he stopped to really consider it.
“Do you think he sent everyone he’s got?” Hunter pursed his lips as they stormed down the stairs to the back exit. “A few dozen sounds like most of them.”
“He doesn’t care what happens to his soldiers,” Corbi reminded. “And after you killed First? He’s probably acting on impulse. It may end up working in our favor.”
“How so?” They stepped out into the night and there was already a car waiting right in front of the door.
Three soldiers who’d been guarding it in case any Frost Brumal appeared nodded at Corbi and stepped aside to allow her to climb into the driver’s seat.
