Your reservations have been noted, Gem. But he’s our man on this. I’m willing to bet on him—Nico has the most to prove. He won’t let you or Cate down again, not if he can help it.
Then Killian said something very rapidly in French, and she became instantly calm, if sort of resigned. Shit. I didn’t like that.The smug look came back on his face. Silly little girl, Killian said scornfully. Everything is already in place. They ride tonight, and you won’t stop them. All your friends will die, and the whole world will hear of it.
He dove sideways, toward the gun Sabine had dropped. I threw a knife, and Shadow pounced, but Killian rolled away from her, and the knife wound didn’t slow him. He grabbed the gun and squeezed off a shot before I could even duck—The bullet went straight into Sabine’s head.He lifted the gun to his own mouth, but Shadow had gotten to him by then, knocking the weapon out of his hand and tearing at his throat. Shadow, stop! I cried out, scrambling over to them. Shadow backed off immediately, but I could tell it was too late. Killian’s throat looked like raw meat. He was already choking on blood, his face stricken.
Goddammit, Scarlett! I’d gotten too cocky. On either side of me, the werewolves were pacing, snarling with frustration. I covered Killian’s throat with one hand, pressing down slightly to slow the bleeding without choking him. Who? I shouted at him. Who rides tonight?Killian took in one wheezing breath, and the fear in his eyes turned into muted glee. The Wild Hunt, he rasped.
I stared at Killian’s limp body in utter confusion. I didn’t know anything about the Wild Hunt, except that it was literally a fairy tale. Like a for-real Brothers Grimm fairy tale. As far as I knew, the Grimm stories had very little to do with actual magic . . . well, except the ones that involved a big bad wolf. How was it possible that I’d finally gotten some information, and now I was twice as confused?
I got to my feet, pulling my throwing knife out of Killian’s side. I felt like an asshole. Killian and Sabine had been our best sources, and now they were both dead. And that was my fault. I’d had one chance to find out what was going on, and I’d blown it because I’d been too cocky.She was going to shoot her—I thought she—she was going to shoot—
What is going on? Senator Cruz cried, somewhere above us.I don’t... I started to say, the pain splitting my head in two. I felt turned around and upside down, flipped inside out. How did I get here?
You don’t remember? Dr. Gray asked, sounding the calmest of anyone in the room. You left and came back in—you shoved me to the ground. You didn’t say a word.What? My nails scraped against the tile. No! I wouldn’t—I don’t—