Except… this was Kyren. Could I really hunt him? Kill him? Watch the life drain from his eyes as my dagger tore his heart apart?
I shook my head, dragging Tate’s jacket off my shoulders and tossing it on the bed.
As much as I wanted to say I could be unbiased in my job, I couldn’t see myself being able to do it. Not with Kyren. No matter if he was still mad at me.
Tate had said Kyren wouldn’t have killed the other vampire if he didn’t have a reason.
I pondered what he could have possibly been thinking while I changed into a pair of dark washed jeans and a worn black hoodie.
The likelihood that I’d be able to walk into the Hunter’s Guild and ask what happened, who that woman was, and any other information they had was slim to impossible. I’d get laughed if not just kicked straight out of headquarters.
So, the only other place I could get answers was at the academy.
Sure, technically I was on a ‘break’ or whatever my parents told the faculty when they forced me out. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t be on campus.
I’d just casually ask around about a vampire woman with two-toned hair. See if anyone could tell me anything about her or why Kyren could have wanted her dead.
A part of me had a sinking feeling it had to do with the rebels. That maybe they were trying to get to me through my loved ones. Not that Kyren considered himself one of my loved ones anymore.
Still, if that were the case, then this whole ‘keep me locked up in my tower’ thing wasn’t going to work. They were bound and determined to get to me, and hiding away in my room was only going to make them escalate their process.
Once I’d pulled my boots back on, I grabbed my motorcycle helmet and walked toward my bedroom door.
A glance at the sky outside my window told me it was still a few hours from dawn, which meant there’d still be students awake around campus, but it also meant my dads were likely wandering the house.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to clear my mind and think about something, anything but what I had planned. It wouldn’t do for Rayne to hear my plans and ruin everything.
The hallway outside my room was empty. I tried to walk as normally as possible while still keeping an ear out to listen for my parents.
My mom’s laughter came from the direction of the kitchen. She was chattering with Tabby about whatever food she’d made that day. Darren chimed in occasionally. That’s two of the eight parents accounted for.
A familiar presence appeared behind me just as my feet hit the stairs.
“Should I be worried,petite braise?”
Fingers curled around the banister of the stairs, I turned one foot on the landing, the other on the stairs. My eyes found the dark blue eyes of my dad, Wynn, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed leisurely over his chest.
He seemed more ready to go to a club in his dark, form-fitting slacks and royal blue, button-up silk shirt, the neck open to show off half of his pale skin as his black curls tickled his neck. If anyone saw us side by side, they’d think we were blood related, though they’d likely think he was my brother rather than my dad.
Out of all my dads, he was the most laid back, which meant that I’d won the lottery. If I’d been caught by any of the others, I’d be getting the fifth degree already.
I tapped my fingers on the banister and shrugged. “Nope. Just going for a ride.”
“I see.” Wynn’s eyes skimmed over me, seeking out the lie. “And this has nothing to do with your date with that wolf ending early?”
I smiled tightly. “Nope. Nothing to do with Tate. Or our date. Everything is fine.”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded slightly. “Well, be careful wherever you may be going.” He arched a brow, giving me a pointed look before sliding around the corner with the grace of a panther.
“I will.”
My foot had just stepped onto the next step when he called out to me again.
“Andmon chère?”
“Yea?” I paused on the steps again.
“Marcus is in the receiving room.”
