Page 57 of Silent Vendetta (Vendetta Duet)

Sean bit his lip. “Don’t you find it strange that the Vigilante was there to rescue you in the prison parking lot? And again last night? Almost as if he’s keeping tabs onyou.”

“What are you saying?” Could he hear the dryness in my throat?

Strange, how a few hours ago all I wanted to do was out Hunter, but now I was panicking over it.

Sean looked back up at the expansive home, and I wondered if Hunter was up in one of the rooms, looking down on him right now. Grayson remained in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the unwanted intruder as we stood fifty feet away, out of earshot.

“Luna, I don’t think you should stay here. I don’t have enough evidence to go to the police yet, but I think the Vigilante may be…” He paused. “I don’t have proof,” Sean hedged. “Not yet.”

I glanced over my shoulder at Hunter’s surveillance camera. Did it have sound? If it did, were we far enough away that he couldn’t hear this conversation? I needed to get Sean out of here before he said something he—

“I think the Windy City Vigilante is Hunter.”

Holy shit.

My mouth fell open. Sean probably thought it was from the shock of the revelation—maybe even assuming it was ludicrous to me—but it was from the shock that he’d pieced this together.

And dread. If Hunter and his brother were willing to hold me against my will, what would he do to Sean—a guy he loathed?

I shifted my gaze over my shoulder again, this time studying Grayson. What was that guy capable of and just how far would he go to protect his brother?

I had so many questions for Sean—what evidence was out there, and who else held his theory? But this conversation…this couldn’t happen today. Sean had to leave now.

The problem? How the hell could I get him to walk away?

The answer came in the form of my cell phone ringing.

“I have to take this,” I said.

Sean opened his mouth to protest but was cut off with the automated greeting on speakerphone.

“You have a call from an inmate at Stateville Correctional Center. To accept this call, press one.”

“We need to talk about this, Luna.”

“We will, I promise, but let me make progress on my dad’s case, and I’ll call you, okay?”

“Luna!”

Was I making a mistake, by not leaving with Sean? For hours, I’d wanted to escape Hunter’s mansion. I had even broken glass and risked my life to try, and now here Sean was, with a working vehicle, prepared to whisk me away to safety.

But my safety wasn’t the only one in play here…

“Luna, you can’t stay with him!” Sean said.

“I’m fine,” I repeated over my shoulder.

Unwavering in his resolve, Sean sped up his steps and reached out to grab my arm, but Grayson stepped forward and shoved a hand on his chest—looking hauntingly calm and collected in the process.

His voice was guttural. “She told you to leave.”

Sean glared at Grayson. “Take your hand off me.”

“Get in your car,” Grayson said. “And get out of here.”

“Grayson!”

When Grayson turned to look at me, a chill coated my spine. Something dark and dangerous swirled within his gaze.

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