Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

My stomach clenched. “So how do we know thisHunterwill actually be able to do the job?”

Kane glanced at Riven. Something passed between them.

“We don’t.” Riven stepped toward the body. “Kane, you grab the arms.”

“Why the fuck do I get the heavy end?”

“Because.” Riven gave his brother a savage smirk. “That’s what you get for pissing me the hell off.”

I scowled, my gaze bouncing between them. The edge of Kane’s lips twitched before he shot me a glance and muttered. “Fine, have the ass end, see if I care. Just make sure you’re the professional when I start with Helene.”

There was a flicker of anger in Riven’s eyes.

Oh shit.

I hadn’t thought about that. Rivalry and rage were about to go hand in hand…and I was in the middle of it all.

Riven grabbed the ankles of the dead guard. Kane struggled, heaving his torso up from the floor. I made awkward movements with my hands, wanting to help as Kane stumbled, almost dropping the sick bastard, until he righted himself.

But the truth was, it was too much fun watching them shove and snarl, glaring at each other as they staggered toward the open door. I followed them out, stepped down from the side entrance of The Order, and headed for the cover of the trees.

We made our way as far as we dared, until they dropped him with athudagainst a large ash tree. “Remember where the hell we put him,” Riven gasped, out of breath, and shot Thomas a glare. “Or you’ll be the one explaining his damn broken neck when he’s found.”

Thomas flinched, glaring at the body. “Hopefully, the wolves will eat him, then we won’t have to worry about a damn thing.”

Riven gave a chuff and turned back, his gaze finding mine. “Let’s go, Trouble. You need to shower and get dressed.”

Dressed.

He means in clothes fit for a Daughter.

He watched my every reaction, testing me.

“You get me the clothes, Principal, and I’ll wear them.”

His gaze darkened at the use of his title.

But that’s what he was now…to me, that was.

The Principal.

The Teacher.

The Priest.

And now, a Daughter.

We all had a role to play. The only question was, could we pull it off? I hoped we could. Because now we had more than our sisters’ lives on the line…we had ours.

“Wait.” Kane stopped us.

I turned back to him, then lifted my gaze. His stare penetrated all the way through me, driving a quiver of fear deep. He stepped closer, stopping only when he towered over me. “If we’re going to do this, then we need to do it properly.”

He reached out, grabbed the bottom edge of my shirt, and yanked. The need to slap his hand away was overwhelming. Instead, I grabbed his hand, stopping him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His smirk pissed me off. “Looking for the perfect place.”

“For what?”