Page 173 of Ignite

“What’s the plan, Ben?”

“Arthur wants you dead. I want Hallie back.”

That grin again. Ugly. Bloody.

“She’ll never forgive you. You’re sick. All of you. The Quinns need putting down.”

A growl erupts from deep in my chest.

“So aggressive. You need locking in a cage.”

Finn leans in.

“Reggie has the phone. We’ve got everything. Do as you wish, Con.”

He steps back, slipping out the door.

It clicks shut.

Ben grins.

“None of you will kill me. Hallie’s mine. Always will be.”

That’s the last thing he ever says.

I tear him apart. Smash his skull until there’s nothing left but blood and pulp and bone.

Just like James Bowen. Just like Arthur and his father will be.

They wanted a war. They fucking got one. And I’ll send this Bowen back to Arthur in a far worse state than his brother was.

Chapter 61

HALLIE

The eight of us huddle together, watching the sun begin to set.

We’re cold. Exhausted. Dread sitting heavy in our bones.

None of us deserve to die here. But that’s not how this works.

Only one of us walks out alive.

And it has to be me.

My heart’s pounding. My eyes locked on the sun as it dips behind the trees.

The anticipation builds, tightening in my chest, waiting—just waiting—for that goddamn siren to wail.

I didn’t sleep. I tossed and turned for hours, mind spiraling, obsessing over one thing:

How the fuck do I win?

Be the last woman standing. That’s all. That’s the rule.

And I think I’ve figured out a way.

This ishishunting ground.

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