Page 20 of Boys Who Hunt
Her eyes widen as she realizes what it is.
“Go on. Take it.”
“This is a trap, isn’t it?” she mutters. “You wouldn’t just give this back to me.”
“I have nothing more to gain from keeping it,” I answer. “I’ve already learned everything I need to know.”
Her face slowly turns ghostly, and I can’t help but wonder what kind of thoughts swirl through her head. If she’s wondering whether I know more about her than just where she works.
The answer is yes.
She tries to snatch the hearing aid off the table, but I grab her hand and stop her when she’s covered it with her hand. Even if there is no fear in her eyes, I can feel it oozing off her skin, the terror exciting the darkest parts of my soul.
This is the only part where Silas and I are alike.
“You think you’re safe, hiding out here in a crowd. But there is nowhere you can hide from us. We know it was you.” I leanacross the table. “And whether you tell us the truth or not, youwillpay for your crime.”
She stares me down for a second, refusing to back off. Then she jerks her hand free, along with the hearing aid, jumps off the seat, and marches straight toward the exit of the establishment without even saying a single word to the man who hired her.
Guess I really frightened her.
A wicked smile forms on my face.
Good.
Ivy
“What are you doing?”the barkeeper yells as I grab my bike out of the stand.
“I can’t do it anymore. I quit.”
“What?!” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have. “But I need you tonight! It’s packed in there!”
I sigh and take a moment. “I’m sorry.”
The disappointment on his face hurts, but there’s nothing I can do.
I can’t go back there.
I can’t ever go back there because they’ll be waiting for me, and I can’t risk it.
I jump on the bike and race off before I change my mind.
Fuck.
I have to get out of here.
The wheels spin as fast as possible as I make my way across several intersections and weave through traffic, getting as far away as I can from Club RIVERA. My heartbeat is shooting through the roof as I pedal wildly, crisscrossing the streets in the dark, barely avoiding an oncoming car. I stop for nothing, not even a red light, and nearly getting myself killed almost feels like the easier option.
Until that sweet little face pops into my mind again, and I immediately slow down.
Cora … she’s waiting for me to come back, to hug her and tell her everything will be okay. She depends on me.
And I’m failing her, over and over.
I have to go home.
I breathe through the pain and swallow back the tears as I keep biking through the city, but every car and every motorcycle that passes me makes me do a double take.