His father would gut him on the spot.
He curled his lips at them. “Get out of my sight!”
Urian headed out the doors, but not before Trates took his arm.
“Why are they failing?”
Urian shrugged as he gave Trates a reason other than the truth—that he’d killed them. “Jefferson Peters has a lot of resources. He’s spending them all to protect his daughters.”
Trates shook his head. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Life seldom does.” And that was an understatement. Especially here lately. Nothing about his life made any kind of sense at all. He was living all kinds of lies and having to hide from everyone around him.
Apollymi. His father.
Even Davyn.
Whenever he was away from Phoebe, he began to doubt his sanity for throwing his life into this kind of chaos. And for what?
They hadn’t even slept together.
Then just when he had himself convinced that he would sever the ties and break it off, he’d see her and all rationale fled. One smile. One frown.
He was undone.
And her tears absolutely devastated him.
I’m so screwed.
Sighing, he stepped into the portal and headed to Zurich. Phoebe had sent over a Vax note with her new address a short time ago. Her parents would kill her if they knew what she was doing.
That she was sending their updated addresses to the very leader of the group out to kill them all.
But it was a risk they were both willing to take.
Urian straightened his jacket the minute he was out of the portal and in Zurich. He checked the time.
“Here, you little inkblot.”
A tic started in his jaw as he heard that lovely little insult some jack-off Dark-Hunter had come up with for them, thinking it was cute. It stemmed from the dark mark over their heart from the souls.
Pursing his lips, Urian crossed his arms and turned toward the tall, muscular beast and let out a bored sigh. “What? Did you burn out your last remaining brain cell coming up with that one?”
The Dark-Hunter flicked his wrist to release a spring-loaded dagger. “And here I thought I’d have a long patrol tonight. Where are your friends?”
“Got bored. Ate them. Decided I’d troll for bottom feeders, and I found you—lowest of the low. Lucky me.”
The Dark-Hunter lunged at him.
Urian tsked. “What? Are you rusty or new?”
Shrieking in rage, he countered with an upward cut. Urian blocked it with his hands and used his toes to release the dagger in his boot. He scissor-kicked the Dark-Hunter and slashed him across the chest.
He hissed in pain and staggered back.
“You might want to call your Squire and let him know you won’t be coming home.”
The Dark-Hunter rushed him.
