“Wrong.” I snarl at him, letting all my teeth show. It turns into a feral grin when all three of them visibly flinch. “Our agreement dictates that I allow you access to my territory.” I cross my arms, making sure my muscles bulge. “Which I’ve done. It also states that if you make an unprovoked threat to me or my club, then I’m within my rights to forcibly eject you.” His eyes narrow like he’s about to argue, but I’m not done. “So, if you don’t want to find yourselves on the other side of that gate in the next thirty seconds, I suggest you identify all parties and show me some fucking ID.”
“Not giving you their names hardly constitutes a fucking threat to yourclub.” He sneers on the wordclub, confirming all my suspicions, but he’s also reaching into his back pocket.
I catch Tanner Grey smirking from his position near the back of the group, and I wonder what the dynamic is between them all. Pretty sure it’s not all sunshine and roses. But what I’m not sure is whether that works in our favour or not.
Does “an enemy of my enemy, etc.” apply here, or not?
Before I can mull on it further, a leather wallet pings through the air at me. Cal snaps out a hand and catches it, then passes it over. I flick it open to reveal a driving licence on one side in the name of Evan Fox. Apparently, he’s twenty-eight years old. I’d have pegged him as early thirties. On the opposite side is a smooth black card I instantly recognise.
There are two crossed blades in the top lefthand corner, denoting the holder is a hunter. The name across the middle in elegant silver script readsBlack Arrows. Not a group I’ve comeacross, but I don’t know all the names of the various hunter groups across the country.
I toss the wallet back to him, and he nods for the two beside him to do the same.
Lee Mosely and Adam Gough.
I’ve stalled for as long as I can. As much as I hate to accommodate them further, I don’t have much fucking choice. “What do you want?”
Fox glances around the front of the house. “Where is everyone?”
Apart from the four of us out here, it’s deserted. I know Beth, Cerys, and Senna are in the garage out the back. Everyone else is either inside or not here. “Around,” I hedge. “Who were you after?”
There’s no way they can know about Tyler or Nico. But Morgan? If the Arrows did get their information from Ash, then we could be in the shit.
Fox looks from me, to Cal, to Flint, then Jet, before finally landing on Morgan. Recognition flashes in his eyes, there and gone in a blink, but I know what I fucking saw. Pretty sure Morgan saw it too because he fidgets, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
I don’t look at him.
“A new prospect?” Fox’s eyes narrow as he takes a step closer to Morgan.
I shove my hands in my pockets to stop me reaching for him to pull him the fuck away.
Fox tilts his head to the side, then he points a finger at Morgan’s chest. “Get rid of him. We’ve got club business to discuss.”
I want to roll my eyes.Club business. Like they have any fucking clue what they’re talking about. I also want to tell him to fuck off, but I can’t do that either. I have no problem sendingMorgan away, though. The more distance between him and the hunters, the better. I turn to Callum and nod.
“Go find Mal,” Callum orders, and I send a silent prayer to the Goddess that Morgan does as he’s fucking told.
There’s the barest hesitation, and then he turns and disappears inside. I allow myself the briefest feeling of relief, then face Fox again. “Talk.”
He grins, and it’s like ice snaking down my spine. “I understand you have a soundproof room. Why don’t we take this there?”
“How about fuck off?” No way am I letting hunters into the heart of my fucking house. Ourchurch, for fuck’s sake.
Fox shrugs like he expected as much but it was worth a try. “Somewhere else then?” He glances around again. “Maybe somewhere a little less... exposed?”
I don’t like the way none of the Silver Blades have spoken yet. From the look on some of their faces, it’s almost like they daren’t. Who are these fuckers?
Fox raises an eyebrow, waiting. And as loathe as I am to let them step one foot inside my house, I don’t have a choice. “Follow me.”
I turn and lead the way inside.
There’s a room immediately off to the left that we never use. I’ve never liked the feel of it. Naturally, I take them there. I assumed it’d just be the three of them following us inside, but Grey and Beck tag along too. Much to Jet’s disgust.
That makes four of us and five of them.
They’re armed to the teeth, I smell both silver and aconite, but I’m not worried. They’d be fucking stupid to try anything while surrounded by shifters.
Flint waits by the door until we’re all inside, then closes it. It’s not fully soundproof, but it’s more private than outside.
