“I’m going to kill them,” I say, my voice low and certain.
“Do you recognize them?” Cas asks, eyes still on the screen.
At first, I shake my head. Ball caps pulled low. Faces hidden.
Then something catches my attention.
A tattoo.
My eyes lock onto the hand covering her mouth, and everything else fades.
“Stop.”
I step closer, pointing at the screen.
“I know that tattoo.”
I remember exactly where I saw it.
Exactly how it looked covered in blood when I beat the hell out of its owner four years ago to save the prez’s kid.
“I beat the crap out of him four years ago,” I say, my voice dropping colder. “That’s Russel.”
The name burns on the way out.
Every memory of him hits at once. Every reason I should’ve finished the job back then.
I turn to leave.
Standing here is wasting time.
Every second matters.
But Cas steps in front of me, Ethan right beside him, blocking my path.
“We go together,” Cas says.
I shake him off, already moving.
“I’ll rejoin Michael’s Legion. They’ll handle this.”
Ethan steps in front of me again, forcing me to stop.
“Don’t do it. You have us. You have the sheriff and his deputies. Don’t make a mistake.”
His eyes search mine like he already knows how far I’m willing to go.
“Trust us to do whatever it takes to get her back,” Cas adds.
“On one condition,” I growl.
Cas waits.
“When I get to Russel… you let me do what I need to do.”
Cas shakes his head immediately. “No. You’ll kill him.”
I shrug.
