“I’m sure there’s more,” Archer replied. “But I couldn’t figure out where she’s hiding it. She’s definitely keeping secrets.”
“It’ll be enough for one shot, right?” I asked, looking around the room.
It was Gray who replied, voice like silk. As if I were the only person in the room with him. “Even that would burn the skin, but if we’re talking about getting rid of Hunter properly… you don’t need much to taint the blood. We just need to figure out how to do that.”
“He’s not exactly going to sit down for dinner and drinks with us,” Flynn pointed out.
Elva shook her head. “It would need to be an attack.”
“Good luck with that. He went back to the house and we’re not welcome there.”
“He lied,” Gray pointed out. “He wanted us to believe he had Quentin with him, but he didn’t. So he must have another plan.”
“But he’ll want me,” I muttered quietly.
“What?”
I refused to look at Gray, knowing my next few words would cause an argument. There was no way he would agree, but there was a room full of Gods and as long as the others backed me, then we might have a chance of ending this sooner rather than later.
“Hunter would want to use me. Right, Archer?” I looked over at him and he nodded. “So, I’ll be bait.”
“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said,” Grayson hissed.
“And how exactly did you get back here?” Larkin asked. “Hunter will realise one of us helped you.”
I nodded and chewed on my bottom lip. “You’re right. What if we all went then? He wants success, and he wants to win. We’ll be as transparent as we can. We’ll make it seem like it’s a negotiation.”
“Do you really think he’ll buy that?” Malachi asked.
“Probably not, but Hunter will want my success even if he thinks we’ve already used it. He’ll want to fight fire with fire. I think he would turn up.”
“I can throw in some luck our way to at least get him to meet up with us,” Ig spoke up. “It’s worth a try.”
“And then what?” Larkin asked, folding her arms across her chest.
Archer smiled, not a gesture filled with warmth but one that held a twisted glee. “We kill him.”
“How? If you take out a knife, he’s going to know.”
“So we use something more innocuous,” I told her. “Do you have a pencil?”
Flynn chuckled. “A pencil could work.”
The room filled with murmurs, and my chest swelled with hope. We had a plan and now we just needed to execute it.
“I’ll leave the details to all of you,” Larkin said. “Let me know when and where you’re planning to meet and I’ll be there, but for now, I’m going home.”
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
“I don’t think I need to explain myself to you. We hardly have a friendship.”
The words stung, but it was no surprise Larkin was frosty towards me when I agreed to marry Hunter. No matter what my reasons were, she probably felt betrayed by me, and I didn’t blame her.
“If you need anything…” Elva trailed off as Larkin waved her away.
The silver glow of her aura wrapped around, concealing her from view before she was gone.
“I think Gray has a pocketknife in his office,” Erik said, breaking the awkward silence.
