《Knotting the Hunter》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

Dax"Can you tell us which creature’s it was?""No.""You've been studying it for ten minutes.""And it hasn't started talking to me."Lillianna's got the split hide laid out on a dish towel like she's about to serve it to us. The nail next to it. The hair scraped into a little grey heap with the back of a spoon, which is an image I'll be enjoying at three in the morning for the rest of my life.The tooth's still in its bag. She hasn't taken it out.I've decided that's because even she doesn't want to touch it, and I'm keeping that theory, since it's the only comforting thing in this kitchen.'Make her say a name,' the wolf says.She doesn't have one.'Then she should get one.'It’s a pity you can’t talk, or I’d let you out and have you tell her that.He’s got no smart comeback for that."What can you tell us?" Noah asks."That your witch is cheap and she's in a hurry."She turns the hide over with one finger."This went in the ground a long time before the thing it was holding ever g

Noah"Give it back.""No.""I'm not finished with it.""You've had that in your hands for an hour."Dax holds the bow up out of reach, which is cheating and he knows it."You haven't looked at it once. You've been staring at the floor.""I'm fixing the string.""That's wire you’re holding. I’m no expert but I’m going to venture a guess that it doesn’t offer great flexibility when used to string a crossbow."I look down.It's wire.Dammit. Now he’ll think he’s won the argument."Sit," he says."I’m getting water.""I'll get the water. Which is the entire point of what I'm about to explain, so you need to put your listening ears on."If I wasn’t so happy he’s alive I’d hit him.He puts the bow on top of the fridge, which is such a shithead move, then comes back with a glass of water I didn't ask for and folds my fingers around it like I might drop it."Here's how tonight’s going to go. You relax, you don't lift anything, you don't reach for anything, and you do exactly nothing for me. I

NoahTwelve hours ago there was a hole in his shoulder I could have put my fist into.Now there's a stripe of skin two shades too pink, and by lunch there won't even be that.Must be nice.My ribs are going to bill me interest every time I breathe for the next week, and his body just hits undo.He's at my window with his back to the bed, thinking I'm asleep, and he's doing the thing he does when he figures nobody's looking.He lets his face fall.About a foot.All the swagger drains out of it and what's left underneath is a guy standing in his boxers watching the parking lot like he's contemplating deep and complex emotional issues and not even seeing it.I've decided not to have feelings about that.Going great."You're staring," he says, without turning around."I'm asleep.""You breathe different when you're asleep.”He turns, and he's all easy confidence again. The cracks plastered over and hidden from view."Morning. How are the ribs?""Attached.""Sexy."He crosses back to the b

ToriCorben's truck pulls in late, and he doesn't sit in it.Just pulls in and opens the door immediately.The man usually idles in our driveway the way other people go to church.Tonight he's out and moving before the engine's stopped shuddering.He’s carrying a large brown envelope under his arm, and his expression is equal parts fear and anticipation.This can’t be good.I'm in the closet with my ear flat to the wall before the side door's finished closing.Cursing the courier service for not having delivered the stethoscope I ordered yet.The meeting is nothing like the others.Corben's voice comes through first, pitched high and fast, sentences climbing over each other.Excited.Really excited, and trying to sound solemn about it, which might be the most disgusting combination available to the human throat.Then an envelope tearing.Then nothing.During the other meetings, Dad's voice runs underneath the whole time, low and even, the sound of a man steering.Tonight there's just.

Dax"You can be furious and carry boxes at the same time. I believe in you."Noah shoves the tailgate up and doesn't look at me, and I take the box he's not handing me anyway.We've been doing this for an hour.Moving his entire life into my house in perfect, poisonous politeness.'Ours is here,' the wolf says, turning a happy circle. 'Ours is here with all his things, to stay, forever. Why are you ruining it?'Because he sat in a holding room all night. That's why.Because there was a chance this would have ended with him dead and he didn’t tell us.His father stood over him and voted to put him down like livestock.The whole time, his phone was in his pocket, and he chose, on purpose, with that big tactical brain, to not let me know what was going on while I sent joke texts."You want to know the part that really pisses me off," I say to his shoulder blades."It's not even about not telling me immediately. It's that you had a plan for me. Same as you had a plan for them. You gamed o