Saphire: Blood Huntress의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

‘They are setting you up to be taken’.I couldn’t get those words out of my head. I tried very hard not to panic and I didn’t ask her to repeat it because I heard her perfectly the first time. My mind had already started pulling the pieces apart before the silence finished settling. “How?” I asked. Mara glanced from me to Dante and then back again. Her eyes sharpened like she had expected the question before I asked it. “Patterns. False movements, leaked locations and enough pressure to push you exactly where they want you.” She explained. “Who told you this?” Dante asked as his jaw tightened. “Not who. What.” Mara said. I stood up from the edge of the bed and the movement pulled at my ribs but I ignored it because pain wasn’t useful right now. “Explain fast.” I said as we moved towards the kitchen. Mara reached into her jacket and pulled out a folded peice of paper and she dropped it on the table between us. “I found this on a dead runner two miles from here.” She said. Dan

The idea came to me before anyone else said it out loud. That was probably why I hated it as much as I did. We were standing around the table in my cabin with the windows shut and the door locked. Dante stood across from me with his arms folded while Mara leaned against the wall and watched everyone like she trusted none of us. Travis had arrived an hour earlier and he had brought two of Dante’s men with him. Neither of them looked comfortable being inside my cabin with me staring at them like I was trying to decide how breakable they were. “They know too much. They know where I move, when I leave, the patrol shifts and when people get close enough to interfere.” I explained as I tapped the edge of the map that was spread on the table. “Which means someone is feeding them.” Mara nodded. “We already knew that.” Dante said. “No. We suspected it. Now we prove it.” I said looking up at him. “How?” Travis asked glancing between us. I looked down at the map again and I pointed to a

The safehouse didn’t feel safe. That was the first problem. The second problem was that everyone inside it was pretending it did. We had moved before the blood at the creek had even settled into the dirt and Dante had insisted we needed somewhere controlled. I had only agreed because the cabin was compromised and because standing in the open after a capture order was asking to be dragged into someone else’s plan. The safehouse sat deep inside Dante’s territory, hidden behind a stretch of thich trees and old stone walls. It smelled like dust and cold wood and too many wolves trying to act calm. I hated it immediately. Travis stood near the door with his arms cross and Mara leaned against the far wall like she was already planning her exit. Two of Dante’s warriors kept their distance near the windows kept their distance near the windsor while Luca Reyes stood by the table with that same quiet expression that gave away nothing. I stood in the middle of all of them and felt the shape

I moved before the sun finished rising. The forest opened around me in cold strips of grey light while I put distance between myself and the safehouse and everything I had left behind inside it. I didn’t look back. Looking back made things complicated and I had enough completed things trying to crawl under my skin already. The old rhythm came back fast. Step light, watch the ground and listen past the obvious. Trust the quiet only when it earned it. I followed the ridge north first and then cut east through thicker trees where the ground dipped low and the roots twisted through the dirt. I kept my knife loose in my hand because comfort was a luxury and I was not in the mood for luxury. Tracking was simple. Hunting was simple. Surviving was simple. People were the problem and Dante was the problem.I clenched my jaw the second his name crossed my mind. I shoved it down hard and focused on the trail in front of me. Broken glass, disturbed dirt, a scrape against bark where someth

Elias didn’t tighten his grip. That was the problem. He had me pinned against the tree with one hand at my throat and all the power in the clearing sitting behind him. He could have ended it right there if killing me was what he wanted. But he didn’t. He only watched me. Like I was still part of the test. Like the fight had been the easy part. “You done?” I asked as my voice came out rough because his hand was still close enough to make breathing annoying. “For now.” He said. “Good. Then get your hand off of me before I take it.” I said. His mouth twiched like he found that funny and then he released me and stepped back. I didn’t stumble and I slowly bend down and picked up the knife he had knocked from my hand. I kept my eyes on him while I straightened because turning my back on Elias felt like signing your own death warrent in pretty ink. The vampires around the clearing didn’t move and neither did he. “You are wasted with wolves.” Elias said. “That’s your big offer.” I s