Hunter Ji-woon chuckled and patted Hunter Mi-cha on the arm. “You have to admire his determination.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Several hours later, Killian's gung-ho spirit started to wane. We had abandoned the vans and were searching the city on foot. And it was a big city. As day turned into night and street stalls popped up, Killian's expression grew dark as well. It was damn cold out, and then it began to snow.
“Snow!” Hunter Mi-cha cried and held out her hand to catch a few flakes.
“Great,” Kill muttered.
“It's only been a day,” I said. “Look, here's a cafe. Let's go in, warm up, grab some food, and take a break.”
“I agree,” Mi-cha said.
She was the only hunter with us. We had split into three teams. My husbands, guards, and I formed one team with Mi-cha. Star, his guards, two hunters, and Alex formed another team. Then the rest of the hunters, Medea, and Alexis formed the final team.
“Fine,” Killian said and trudged to the door.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” someone said as we entered.
Hunter Mi-cha returned the greeting, then we were waved over to some seats. Menus arrived seconds later, handedover with two hands, and we immediately ordered some coffee. Sweet and hot, none of that iced unsweetened crap. We remained silent until well after our food arrived.
“We'll find him,” I said to Killian.
“I know. I'm just pouting,” Kill said and brushed back an errant strand of auburn hair. “And I need to eat.” He set into his sandwich, then sighed. “I can't wait to kill that motherfucker.”
Humans at nearby tables glanced at us, then away.
“Shh!” I hissed at him. “This isn't a fey establishment.”
“Sorry.” Killian took another bite. “This is good.” He stared out the window. “Snow. That's nice. Better when you're not in it.”
Sever snorted a laugh.
Then the waiter ran to the door and started shouting at someone in Korean. We all turned toward him, then toward the window. Someone hurried away.
“What's all that about?” I asked.
“Oh, it's illegal to take pictures of people without their permission,” Hunter Mi-cha said and went back to eating.
“Someone was taking pictures?” Sever asked.
“Illegal?” I asked at the same time.
“Yes, you can get in big trouble for it.”
“Who were they taking pictures of?” Killian demanded.
We were all staring at Mi-cha while she blissfully ate.
“Huh?” Mi-cha looked up. “Oh. I don't know.” Then she spoke to the waiter in Korean. “Huh?” She stood up, then hurriedly fished out money and shoved it at the man with a “Gamsahabnida!” She waved us up. “Come on! He was taking pictures of us!”
“Damn it!” Killian shot out the door, nearly toppling his chair in the process.
The rest of us were hot on his heels.
We raced through the crowded streets, bouncing off people like pinballs and not giving a fuck. Because up ahead, wearing a black baseball cap, was our target. On foot. He couldn't get airborne in this crowd. But then, neither could we. It didn't matter. All we had to do was keep him in our sights.
People shouted and jerked out of the murderer's way, then did the same with us. He raced across the street. Down a wide walkway. Across another street. And then he entered a park. Snow fell. Melted on my hot cheeks. My breath ghosted in the air before me even as I ran through it. I was focused on one man.
