Her stunning blue eyes narrowed. “I can take care of myself. Thank you, though.”
Oh, she was a damn good liar. Of course, that was one of the many traits he loved about her. Why did he have to hurt her to fully gain her love? There was only one way to do it, which was to finally kill those boys. Then she’d respect him. She’d have no choice. “I saw the news, Isobel.” Heath and Denver were being treated at a hospital in Snowville, which meant they were weak. Vulnerable.
She sighed. “I want to bring them home before you kill them. Is that really too much to ask?” She slid her hands up his chest and leaned closer to bite his chin. “Just think how much fun you could have with them here, in secluded cells, if you got the chance to take your time.”
He looked down at her smooth face even as his blood started to pump harder. “I could make them watch me torture their brothers. Maybe their women.” The idea did have merit. “What do you want from them?”
“Genetic material.” Her smile brightened even the dark night outside.
He grimaced at the idea of their sperm. “I don’t think I can keep from at least one kill.” He’d waited so long to avenge his brother. Maybe he could kill just one of them and cooperate with her.
Her pretty blue eyes filled with what almost looked like understanding. “How about you kill the redhead, if Daniel hasn’t already done so? She’s under Heath’s protection, and he yelled her name as he was loaded into an ambulance. There are feelings there from him, and that would certainly make an impression.”
Cobb frowned. “Why would Daniel kill Anya Best?”
Isobel rolled her eyes. “Oh, sweetheart. Think about it. The explosion and the damage to Heath and Denver? Only one of my soldiers could’ve done that. The second I saw the news, I put things together.”
Cobb took a step away from her, his mind working furiously to catch up. Realization smacked him on the forehead. “Daniel is that serial killer?”
“I’m afraid so.” Isobel shook her head. “It’s so sad.”
Cobb threw back his head and laughed, all but basking in the delicious humor. “I knew he was a psycho. I just knew it.” What a fucking relief. “We need to take him out.”
She sighed. “Yes. He’s too much of a liability.”
It would be a pleasure to cut off that asshole’s head. “I will take care of him for you.”
“I know.” Faith in him lit her beautiful eyes.
His back straightened, and his newly sculpted chest puffed up. “I need to find him.”
“No. I have a tracker. In fact, we need to get going to fetch him.” She grasped Cobb’s hand and started to lead him outside the building.
“What about the girl?” Cobb asked, already knowing the answer. Isobel paused. “I already said you could have her.”
“Maybe I’ll put her dead body in the same cell with Heath.” He smiled.
“I do like how you think.” Isobel chuckled. “But it’s imperative you gut her like a fish with Daniel watching—right when we arrive. It’s the only way to catch him off guard.”
“No problem.” Cobb opened the door for her. “I’ll get my hunting knife.”
CHAPTER
39
Dinner had taken several hours with many different courses, including an apple pie. Anya was seated again on the sofa, this time with her hands and feet free. Daniel whistled from the kitchen as he cleaned up the dinner mess.
“I said I’d be happy to clean up,” she said, her gaze on the fire. If she somehow could shove him into the fire, could she keep him there long enough for him to weaken? Probably not.
“I invited you to dinner, thus I clean up.” His back was to her as he finished drying the plates.
She eyed the door. It was as if he wanted her to make a move. Most women at this point would run for the door. She measured the distance between Daniel and the exit. If she could get it open, she might have a chance. But he was fast and trained, and he had taken her shoes. He’d reach her within seconds, and she had no clue what waited outside.
Her mind would get her out of this, and she had to bide her time.
He set the towel on the counter and took out two thick glasses. She couldn’t see what he poured, but he turned and walked gracefully toward her. The liquid was a deep copper. He handed one over. “After dinner drink?”
She took it and sniffed. Smelled strong. “Thank you.”
