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He was here to deliver this carefully crafted threat.
“Come home, little brother,” Isa said then, and it lacked all note of the suggestion his words had carried up until this point. He wasn’t asking. “Let’s start over, you and I.”
Odin wasn’t sure how to proceed. This was all too much information too suddenly for him to wrap his head around. He did, however, know he didn’t want to give in, no matter what kind of leverage Isa held over him.
“I am home.”
Isa clenched his jaw and opened his mouth to say something back to that, but the sound of Odin’s multi-slate pinging in his pocket effectively cut him off.
Odin pulled the device out and shot off the couch the second he saw what it was. Panic swept through him, and the next thing he knew, he was turning on his heels and storming toward the doors.
“Where are you—” Isa began, but Odin wasn’t listening anymore.
“Show the Frost Dominus out,” he barked the order out loudly back at Vetle without turning to look at the guy. Without pausing at the exit, he raced through, eyes locked on the small red dot flashing on the screen in his hand. “Follow me,” he told the twins.
“Sir?” Corbi risked asking as he picked up the pace, the two of them rushing to keep up.
“It’s Hunter,” he said.
Hunter had hit the emergency button on his bracelet.
Odin ran.
Chapter 18:
Hunter waited as long as he could before the boredom and frustration set in.
Why should he wait around for Odin Snow anyway? He was a prisoner here, not one of his employees and certainly not one of his Brumal. He didn’t take orders, not anymore. And besides, it was Odin who had left him there, alone in that small room with nothing to do, even though they’d been in the middle of…
There was always going to be something more important, Hunter reminded himself as he climbed off the bed and stubbornly headed toward the keypad. He slapped his palm against it with a little more force than necessary, gritting his teeth when the door whooshed open, the panel sliding into the wall to create the opening into the hallway. In the grand scheme of things, he was nothing to Odin but a momentary distraction.
A plaything.
He scowled as he made his way down the corridor, opting to go back to his room on the top floor. The one he’d been held in against his will for the past month and a half.
He paused and groaned, running a hand through his hair in annoyance. But, really, where else could he go? Certainly not back to the bar where Odin’s people would alert him to Hunter’s disobedience. Ironically, he didn’t want to fight with the Dominus anymore tonight.
Trust me, Odin had said.
Hunter had been splayed out beneath him, hard as a rock, about to give himself over, and with one call, Odin had left him there. Trust? Trust was for idiots and fools, and Hunter was done being either.
He tugged at the bracelet as he started walking again. Once he was back in his room, he’d look around for anything he could use to help him pick the locking mechanism. It shouldn’t be too difficult—all those years living on the streets had taught him a thing or two, not to mention all the shady business he’d been ordered to get done by the Brumal when he’d still been working for them. Even a DNA scanner such as this one wasn’t impossible to override. And then…
Then he’d get the hell out of Club Cherry, and this god-forsaken city.
Admittedly, he wasn’t too keen on the idea of living on the run again. Of never having enough to eat, or a safe place to sleep. Of constantly looking over his shoulder. But it had to be better than in here, didn’t it?
In here, he was a captive at the mercy of a Dominus who had a temper that was fiercer than the flames of hell.
It was worse that the more time he spent with the man the more those old feelings seemed to creep up. All of this, everything that had happened to his dad and his sister and him, all of that was the Brumal’s fault.
Was Snow’s fault.
So why did Hunter want Odin’s mouth all over him?
He couldn’t give in. Had to resist and stay strong until he could find a way out of there. With Isa now aware he was alive, that would pose more difficulty, of course, but there had to be a way, and Hunter had to find it.
If he didn’t, he risked growing too comfortable. He’d lose himself, and then Odin would really have a field day messing with him.
