Page 104 of When He Hunts

Gray stared at him as if he’d never met Ronan in his life. Total stranger. “Who are you?” Gray demanded as Ronan passed him.

“Your time will come,” Ronan warned him. Ronan could pinpoint the exact instant when his own world had realigned. It had been when Luna was pulled from the damn plane, and he’d thought that she was dead.

Everything had stopped.

If shehadbeen dead, he would have made that runway into a freaking bloodbath. “Take me to Cameron.”

Gray led him through the twists and turns in the terminal. Two stuffy Feds waited near a closed door. Gray opened that unassuming door. Waved Ronan inside.

Ronan strolled in with a smile on his face. Cameron was cuffed to a chair. His face was battered to hell and back. Honestly, why was Gray so worried about him hurting the guy in this little interrogation scene? Who would notice a wee bit more damage? But, a promise was a promise so…

“Give them privacy,” Gray barked to the guard-slash-agent who’d been stationed with Cameron. The guard immediately filed out. So did Gray. The clicking of the door as it shut seemed overly loud.

Cameron smirked. Or smirked as much as he could with that bruised and swollen face of his. “I’m not telling youjack,” he spat.

Ronan eliminated the distance between them. When he was right in front of Cameron, he tilted his head down. He eyed his prey. “How are those fingers feeling?” he asked, voice pleasant.

“You fuckingbrokethem!”

“Yes, I did. You touched something you shouldn’t have touched. But, I was thinking about it…and I think I’ve come up with a fun idea for us.” He pulled out his knife. No one had bothered to pat him down. Their mistake. Or, had it been a mistake? Gray knew him well, after all. “Did you know that Marcus once asked me to cut off one of Luna’s fingers in order to prove that she was actually dead?”

Cameron licked his lips. “What the hell are you doing with that knife?”

“I’m planning to cut off one of your broken fingers,” he explained, slowly and patiently. “Actually, I’m not going to stop with just one. I will cut them all off. Each time you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’ll cut off another finger.”

Cameron’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You can’t do that shit! You’re a?—”

Ronan tapped the knife to his chin. “What am I? A cop? Nope. A Fed? Nope again. A hitman? Ding, ding, ding.” He lifted his left wrist and turned it so that Cameron had to see the striking snake. “You know what this symbol means. It’s what tipped you off about me. You know that I might have cut some deals with the Feds in order to save my ass, but you also know that I don’t give a shit about their rules. They actually like that, truth be told. They need someone to break rules while they keep their precious hands clean.”

Cameron gulped.

“Me? I don’t mind some blood. I’m also feeling particularly pissed because you drugged my friends and my wife, and, FYI, no one does that shit and gets to walk away. So, which finger should we start with?” He lowered the knife.

“No, no—no!”

When the screaming started,Gray straightened his shoulders. He also moved to stand in front of the door because the green agents looked so shaky and uncertain. Why did he keep getting the new recruits? Such a pain in his ass. “Go scout the area,” he told them. “Check for threats.”Go do some other damn thing.

“Sir, there is screaming.”

“I hear it.”

“We should investigate?—”

The screaming stopped.

He stared at them. Then shooed them away. “The area needs scouting, remember?”

“He can’t hurt a prisoner!”

Oh, right. Fine. Someone needed to peek inside. Obligingly, Gray swung open the door.

Ronan stood by the prisoner. No weapons in his hand. In fact, his hands were crossed over his chest. Ronan smiled innocently. Or, he probably thought it was an innocent smile. Gray let the agents look, then he closed the door again. “Satisfied?”

They trotted off even as Kane sidled up. Kane peered at the closed door, then at Gray. He sucked in the side of his cheek and finally asked, “How pissed at us is he?”

“Probably a fifteen.”

“On a scale of one to twenty?” Kane nodded. “I’ll take that.”

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