Page 60 of Blood of a Huntsman

Catherine pushed to a crouch and lunged at the man, feigning to aim for his chest but jumping down to trip him before shoving her heel to his throat.

"What is it with huntsmen and their poor footwork?" she mused, before redirecting her attention to the man under her foot. "First things first. You do not touch me, or any other lady, without her express invitation. Tell that to your damn wings. Shove me, and you'll get kicked sevenfold. Second thing: enough with the self-pity. You're pathetic. The emo thing has a sixteen-year-old expiration date. Get your damn shit together, huntsman. Because if you don't, your friends are screwed."

"My friends—" he croaked.

She lifted her heel just high enough for him to speak.

"My friends do just fine. I train them to the best of my ability."

"But no one trains you. Clearly," she added, waving toward his body, still on the ground. "If I can take you, you wouldn't last a minute against Seth."

"Wait, who's Seth?"

Cat finally moved her heel away.

"My brother. Another one of you. Half scion, or whatever you call yourselves these days. We may be able to deal with my family, with the Beauforts, and maybe even with the queen, but not one of us can take my brother. And Levi thought you might be able to." She grimaced. "I doubt it."

Jack leaped to his feet.

"What sort of threat are we talking about?"

"A storm," she replied.

Jack tilted his head. "Storms have no effect on me. No air magic does."

No wonder Levi had wanted to rope him in against Seth.

"Good. But Seth will still kick your ass. You're out of shape."

"I let you knock me over, woman."

She snorted. "Right. Keep telling yourself that."

"My darling boy!We didn't expect you for some time."

Seth smiled pleasantly at the family matriarch, as he always did. It wouldn't do to bare his teeth in front of a predator such as her.

"You call, I answer, Aunt Drusilla."

She laughed and opened her arms to cage him in.

Many believed that Seth Stormhale's greatest power was over the storms. He disagreed. His true gift was his uncanny ability to see through bullshit.

Drusilla was so full of it.

She'd told him to come the first week of July. He knew that meant she wanted him then and not one minute sooner.

After checking with his cousins scattered around the world, Seth's suspicions were confirmed. Everyone had been recalled. Which meant one thing.

The clan was preparing for war.

He wasn't against it. He'd expected such a call since the moment the world had heard about her. Chloe Eirikrson. A relic from an old world the vampires had tried to bury. And failed.

Seth was easily bored, and he had to admit the situation was incredibly interesting.

"You must be tired from your journey. I'll have your quarters prepared at once."

"No need to rush the staff, Aunt Dru, it's my fault for failing to warn you of my arrival. I'll stay with Claudia until my rooms are set up."

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