But we’re in a public space, and they aren’t the only ones outside.
“We assuming they don’t know about Fox and Morgan’s dad?” Jet asks quietly.
“Yep. For now.” I watch as he glances over at the pub and snarls. “Be nice,” I order as we walk over.
Jet grunts, but it’s not agreement, and I send a up a silent prayer that Grey doesn’t piss him off.
We get a few curious glances, but the people of this town are used to us. And one look at Jet’s moody fucking face is usually enough to put anyone else off.
But not Grey, apparently.
His expression doesn’t change, but I swear his eyes light up as Jet takes the seat across from him. He must have a death wish.
As if on cue, Jet’s lip curls and the look he sends Grey is nothing short of arctic.
It rolls off him like he’s Teflon and not for the first time I wonder what his deal is. But now isn’t the fucking time for that. “What do you know about Fox and his buddies?”
“Fuck off,” the guy with Grey snaps. His hands tighten round his empty glass, looking every bit like he wants to smash it into my face.
I grin at him, all teeth. Bring it.
“Marcus,” Grey says, voice casual. “Why don’t you go get us another round.” He gestures to me and Jet. “What do you want?”
“Seriously?” Marcus hisses.
Grey ignores him but raises an eyebrow at me, waiting.
There’s fuck all chance of Jet answering, so I order for both of us. Might as well if he’s offering. And I’m more than curious why he wants Marcus to go.
He waits until I nod that he’s out of hearing range, then leans forward. “I don’t know what Fox is doing here. We didn’t ask for backup and we can’t find out who sent his team, because no one wants to talk about it.”
“Fuck,” I run a hand through my hair. This is not good. “What does Beck think?”
Grey winces. “He’s not a fan. Fox hijacked our visit to your compound after Beck already told him no. But Fox is higher up the food chain, so he had no choice but to let him. They got into it afterwards, and—” Grey bites his lip, fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he debates how much to share.
It’s then I notice the scratches and bruising on his knuckles.
He pulls the collar of his T-shirt enough to reveal the edge of a white bandage. “Let’s just say there’s a reason it was only me and Marcus out here waiting for you.”
I’m not surprised they were expecting us, and I don’t bother to comment on it, because as happy as I am that there’s trouble in the hunter ranks, a rogue hunter group can only mean trouble for anyone in their vicinity.
That’s if theyarerogue.
The possibility that Nico’s right and they’re involved with the fight rings would be a hundred times more terrifying if it’s sanctioned by the hunter council.
“Are they here under orders?” I hold my breath as Grey decides whether to answer.
He glances back at the door as it starts to open, revealing Marcus carrying our drinks. “I don’t know,” Grey whispers quickly. “No one’s fucking talking.” His gaze flicks to Jet soquickly any human would miss it, but I don’t. “But Fox is... there’s somethingoffabout him, Lynx.”
I think that’s the first time he’s ever called me that, and it feels wrong. The rest of that sentence chills me to the fucking bone, and Jet’s gone eerily still beside me.
Hunters protect their own at all costs. For Grey to feel strongly enough that he’s warningusabout Fox, I think that’s all the confirmation we need that everything Nico says is true. Not that I didn’t believe him, but not gonna lie, a part of me was still hoping that he’d got it wrong.
“Here.” Marcus sets his tray on the table hard enough that beer sloshes over the sides.
“For fuck’s sake.” Grey reaches for his glass and wipes the bottom on the table before taking a drink.
Everything in me wants to get back on my fucking bike and race back to the compound, but I force myself to pick up my own glass. If there’s even a small chance of getting any more information out of these two, we need to take it.
