Page 43 of Wolf Hunter

And sure as shit, I notice the way he remains outside the room. Like it’s a step too far to cross the threshold.

I scoff wetly.Pussy. He wants my help, but he refuses to put in the work himself. Oh well. This is my job.

My sister is on the line.

“I don’t see any feminine touches anywhere, sorry.” Most of the decor falls under the disgusting category of “cabin rustic,” right down to the flannel sheets. If Reid hadn’t told me about Darcy, I’d have never known she sleeps here.

And my witch senses are super fucking rusty.

I’ve been relying too much on my invisibility over the last few years, and now that it’s no longer at my disposal, I have to try to harness a little bit of the magic in my blood. No tools. No herbs. Nothing but raw power passed down through my bloodline.

Please,let it be enough.

I stop at the center of the room and close my eyes to send those senses out even further, hoping to find anything out of the ordinary. Something that might end my search now before I get in way too deep and lose myself.

The shadows shift inside the room and swirl around me. Not the same kind I came up against yesterday but different. Similar to the sick excitement I saw on Bullet’s face. It’s something to watch out for, but nothing to directly indicate Bullet or his wife in any kind of deeper plot or treachery.

Once nothing else stands out to me, I sigh and drop my arms to my side. “Nothing.”

Nothing of interest as it pertains to my sister, anyway.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

Reid sounds distinctly uncomfortable, and I smile at him. “What’s the matter? Finding out you don’t have the guts for this after all?” I tease.

“It’s not that.” His face gives nothing away, and he refuses to say more, so I drop the teasing.

We close the room behind us before going on to the next. On the second floor are the alpha’s quarters, the emptied guest room, Bullet and Darcy’s room, and two for Reid’s brothers. The rest of the pack are located on the ground and third floors.

Too much damn space.

Who does the cleaning?

I might love this house, but I’d really hate to be the person in charge of keeping the mansion immaculate. I bet they’re here every damn day on their hands and knees.

Reid notices my distraction. He clears his throat, wiggles his brows, and holds out a hand for me to continue. Someone is in a damn hurry but doesn’t seem keen on putting any effort into the search himself.

We make it through almost all of the rooms on the first floor before a wave of exhaustion hits me. Too much magic, and my skills are in the crapper.

“Fuck!” I burst out. No answers. No Carmen.

And no internal fortitude.

I sag against the wall, suddenly out of breath, while Reid watches me with thinly veiled amusement.

“So this is the big bad assassin? The Wolf Hunter?” he says. “I expected much more, I’ve gotta tell you.”

I glance over at him, too tired to argue. “You talk like you actually know something about me.”

“Well…” He purses his lips. “I may have asked around.”

“Find out anything good?”

“That you’re pretty well known for your skills.”

“Anythingnew?”

“Maybe.” He gives me a small, mischievous smile. “Come on, Tasha. Let’s get you something to eat before you fall over.”

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