“You have no idea what’s coming your way,” Gray Hair spat.
Anton stopped in front of him. “Enlighten me.”
The man’s throat worked as he hocked up a wad of spit. Before he could expel it, Anton caught him by the neck and wrenched. His spine snapped, his body going limp.
“Such a pity.” Anton wiped his hands off on the man’s clothes as if touching the human had left them dirty. “He could have lived if he’d simply been civil.”
Braces struggled against his chains, whining like a terrified animal.
Anton moved toward him, giving him another push. “How about you? Do you want to tell me your name?”
The boy broke. “Clive. It’s Clive.”
Nathan let out a guffaw. “Talk about a stereotype.”
“And your friend?”
“Elliot,” Clive answered without hesitation.
“Shut the fuck up, Clive. You shut your mouth or I’ll kill you. You don’t tell them anything. Nothing, do you hear?”
Anton’s arm flashed, opening up four cuts the length of my forearm on Elliot’s chest. Blood quickly soaked his shirt front.
“I wasn’t speaking to you, Elliot. Good boys stay quiet until it’s their turn.” Anton’s face gentled as he looked back at Clive. “Now, tell me why were you at Easton.”
Clive gulped as he took in the amount of blood spilling from Elliot’s wounds. His eyes were wide enough to see the whites around his irises. “W-we were told that our target would be there.”
“And who told you this?”
“I-I don’t know.” Anton’s expression made Clive sob. “I really don’t. One of the other squad leaders was responsible for that part.”
Anton erased the unhappiness from his face as he nodded soothingly. “Let’s try something else. Do you know who your targets were?”
“Just some chick named Aileen and some man she always has with her.”
I came to attention.
Anton was already on top of it. “So, you weren’t targeting the person your friend shot tonight?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?” Clive whined. “All I know is Isaac got really excited when he saw this Liam person and said we weren’t going to wait for the other. He said Liam was on our list of targets anyway. The older members of the clan agreed with him. Someone said they’d been after him for a long time but he’d always been protected until now.”
Anton and Thomas shared a look.
“The council has a ban on enforcers being hunted.” Anton’s jaw tightened as fury lit his eyes. “The clans know if anyone touches an enforcer they’ll be eradicated. That’s the agreement.”
“If they’re declaring open season on us, the council might not care about any evidence we present to them about Dominick’s involvement,” Nathan said.
“That’s a problem for later.” Thomas tilted his chin at the two hunters still living. “Get the rest of what we need.”
Anton turned back to Clive.
By this point, Elliot was barely hanging onto consciousness due to blood loss.
“How did you know to be at Easton?”
“We got a tip.”
My fists clenched. “Kat.”
