“If I know you like I think I do, you already have your computer programs working to find Jonathan and Christopher. You’ve likely hacked their messages, emails, and a whole host of other things. You will know their movements the second they make them.”
“Not quick enough, though. We were ambushed today.”
“You were preoccupied tearing down what I assume is years of research. I have faith in your abilities.”
“Still, going to your known home address is asking for trouble.”
“If it helps, it’s not my home address, it’s not in my name, and it is not at the compound you seem to be having a problem with.”
I drag my lip between my teeth. I’m not surprised he caught that. “It’s a sixteen hour drive to Texas.”
“We can manage that between us.”
I blow out a breath, struggling to decide.
“Sometimes,” Hunter says softly, “we have to take a leap of faith. Sometimes, to move forward, to break free from our past, we have to face our demons.”
“And sometimes those demons will drag us to the pits of Hell,” I snap, my knuckles white against the soft leather.
“Isn’t it worth the risk?”
Is it?
Chapter Fifteen
Hunter
The mysteries of the universe are incomprehensible, but perhaps we aren’t here to understand, only accept the gifts it provides.
She drives like a maniac with the hounds of Hell on her tail. I guess they are. With the clear contingency plans she has in place, and the fact she felt the need to have escape routes, I don’t doubt the threat is very real. Deadly, even. From what Ghost has told me, Jonathan is a well-connected, evil man. She said he was into some shit, but I didn’t realize how far his reach stretched. I’ll unpick more details once we are safe inside my home.
I twist my body to look at her, really closely stare at her face. It’s the first chance I’ve ever been able to, and I’m too weak to pass up the opportunity. She’s been haunting my mind for months, and I need to get my fill. My eyes follow the slight upward curl of her petite nose, giving her a regal air she has no idea the power of. Dark lashes frame jaded eyes and sweep against high cheekbones. Her lush, deep pink lips, the bottomone slightly fuller than the top, tempts me to sink my teeth into it. I drink my fill of her while she can’t hide from me. She’s stuck, and if the tic in her jaw is any indication, she hates it.
She is one of the best hackers and coders in the world. Everyone knows she exists, but the community largely thinks Ghost is a man, and she is only too happy to let that rumor run. It helps to keep her identity a secret. I can count on one hand how many people actually know what she looks like, and I’m fortunate enough to be one of them.
She glances over at me. “What?” she snaps. “Do I have something on my face?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes jump to the rearview mirror. “Where?”
“All over.”
She frowns, glancing up once more before cutting her eyes to me. “All over?”
“Yes.”
She blinks, a small furrow between her brows. “I’m not following.”
“Beauty, Eleanor. It’s all over your face.”
She snorts. “Smooth, Hunter. Very smooth.”
“Does smooth win me brownie points?”
“Absolutely not.”
“What does?”
