A low growl vibrated through my chest. My hand replaced the shadow, the need to dig my fingers into his flesh and rip him apart the way I had Marianne was too close to the surface. “Watch your mouth.”
Gavin struggled against my hold, quickly scrambling to tell me whatever he could get out. “It wasn’t us. We aren’t that stupid. That bitch and her mom is a hunter.”
I yanked on his neck.
“Sorry! Sorry. I promise. It wasn’t us. We want to take the whole council down, but from the inside, not some random attack on one of their kids. That’ll just piss them off.”
“Who else wants the Durands dead?”
Gavin barked a laugh. “Have you looked in a mirror, dip shit?”
My jaw tightened, my hold on my shadow tenuous at best. I was seconds away from ripping the head off him. “Who else is in—?”
The click of a gun being cocked stopped me from finishing my question. My head turned slightly listening to the steady heartbeat of the new person. I sniffed the air and then said dryly, “Professor Fawley.”
If not for Jack’s fondness of the professor, I’d have already disarmed and ripped the hunter’s head from his body. Even though it would make things a hundred percent easier for me and Tate, I knew that Jack would be completely devastated if I hurt the annoying man before me.
Gavin’s eyes widened. “Professor, help me! He’s a psycho. He broke my door down and — ugh — mmmghfmmgg.” Shadows tunneled down his throat, muffling anything else he had to say.
“Get off the bed,” Professor Fawley ordered.
For a millisecond, I contemplated not doing as he asked. Would he really shoot me?
Not wanting to take that chance, I moved to follow his instructions.
“Slowly.”
Holding my hands up, a small smirk on my lips, I climbed off the bed and faced the hunter and then paused, a low growl coming from me as I caught the faint smell of Jack.
Fangs bared, all pretenses of being polite gone, I snarled at the hunter, “Where is she?”
Chapter eleven
Julian
Weaverhadinformedmethat, based on the statistics and the cross-referenced database he’d created — or something of that nature — Gavin was most likely to be one of the supernaturals we’ve been looking for.
I didn’t really understand all of that technological mumbo jumbo, but it had given me the first lead to finding out who was part of the rebels and possibly the ones who had attacked Jack.
It was just my luck that I’d find the vampire I wanted to talk to with the vampire who had broken Jack’s heart and had been at the scene of the crime all in the same room.
Kyren snarled at me from across the room. Shadows filled the area and had Gavin pinned to the bed in what was far kinkier than anything I’d ever gotten into.
I arched a brow at the vamp, keeping my gun steady on him. “Does the mutt know you’re cheating on him?”
The dark-haired vampire’s mouth clipped close. He glanced back at Gavin and then back to me, his brows raising.
“Okay, maybe not, but you’re still breaking the code of ethics. Breaking into another student’s room. Stringing him up with… What the hell did you do to him?”
A muffled voice came from the bed. Kyren scowled, and suddenly those dark bindings tightened further, cutting off any further communication.
“I do not answer to you.”
My eyes narrowed. Such arrogance. The older the vampire the more they thought they owned the world. The rules didn’t apply to them.
“Then maybe we should let the headmaster take care of this? Or the council?” I cocked my head, pulling my phone from my pocket. “You could also tell the Hunter’s Guild what you were doing downtown the other night. Or was that not your scent I smelled?”
A growl poured from him, his fingers flexed at his side. The shadows surrounding the bed slowly made their way toward me.
