Page 202 of Ignite

Without a word, I point my gun at his head and pull the trigger.

“Nice shot,” Drago tells me.

“Thanks. I prefer my targets to be moving, though.”

That hunting part of me doesn’t just mean with sex. It’s ingrained in every part of my life, even down to killing my victims.

“Now what?” I turn to Finn.

He shrugs nonchalantly.

“Burn it.”

“How many men do we think Arthur has planted over here?” I ask Drago.

“It’s tough to say. At the moment it’s like whack-a-mole. When they pop up, we hunt them down.”

I grin.

“Cool. I can deal with that. Then we’re heading to Arthur, right?”

Finn nods slowly.

“Once we have the all-clear from Theo, yes. I don’t know when that will be. He has a few issues going on in London. If we declare war on their turf, we need the Kings ready.”

This is, right now, the only thing making me feel any shred of life.

The thought of killing the man who murdered my father.

The man who has wrecked my world.

His time will come.

I groanas my phone lights up on the stand. I look at the clock. Three-fucking-a.m.

Rolling over, I pick it up and squint at how bright the screen is.

And that’s when I see it.

Am I fucking dreaming?

Hallie’s name.

I sit up like a bucket of ice water has been poured on me and answer.

“Trouble, are you okay?”

My heart races.

Loud music booms in the background.

“Hi. Hey.” She sounds nervous.

Her voice. I needed to hear that. It’s like a drug.

The music quiets down, and I hold my breath.

“What’s up? Are you okay?”

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