A glance in the side mirror reveals the black SUV has caught up to us.
ALEXANDER:Nice job on snatching both HH.
ME:Why, thank you. So, who’s Trenton?
ALEXANDER:Never heard the name.
ALEXANDER:Why?
ME:Reeve just mentioned TRENTON would be tracking his cell phone.
ALEXANDER:Ask for Trenton’s codename.
I twist around to get an answer but get sidetracked by the staring competition Reeve and Quinn are presently engaged in. I expect yearning—after all, they eloped together—but find wariness.
Suddenly, I want the answer to another question more than Trenton’s codename.
Wanting you was never one of my lies.Does that mean the two Hunters aren’t mad for each other, or was that just another pretty line?
Reeve must either feel my stare or my thoughts, because his gray eyes lock on mine. I turn away before he can grasp any of my thoughts. The human is just too talented at reading me.
“Trenton is Quinn’s ex,” Reeve says.
“Reeve…” Quinn hisses.
“I’m done lying. I realize they might not trust us, but I trust Electra.” His gaze warms my neck, which in turn warms my cheeks.
If only our bodies came with an emotion switch.
“Is Hudson his middle name?” Malachi asks.
Something Reeve said a while back clobbers me in the head:I have two stepbrothers.The best lies are always interspersed with truths.
“Hudson and Trenton are brothers,” I conclude in a dull pitch, like the realization is exhausting, when in truth, my body is pulsating with barely-contained energy.
“Twins,” Reeve says.
“You should paint them a picture next,” Quinn grumbles.
“I would, but unlike you, I have no artistic talent.”
“They fucking killed your parents, Reeve. Cut off their fucking heads.”
“Theydidn’t. Gael Monta did.”
Quinn huffs.
“Is that why you targeted me?” Might as well begin the interrogation.
“It’s one of the reasons.”
“You must have one hell of a magical pussy, Electra.” Quinn’s comment is accompanied by the tensest, most awkward silence I have ever lived through.
“You know how I feel about the organization. I’ve been out for six years. The only reason I went back in was to break you out, Hayes. Changing sides is scary, but I’d have expected—after what Trenton did to you—that you wouldn’t remain on their side.”
“I’m not… On their side,” Quinn mutters, while I wonder what her husband did to her.
“Your husband’s the one who took a blade to your cheek?” Malachi’s tone is placid in the way the ocean’s surface is placid right before a tsunami.
