Todos los capítulos de Knotting the Hunter: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

NoahThe clicking is the only window we've ever had with this thing, and it's open right now, a foot from Bernard's face.Behind me a phone light comes on.It's a long way back, at the edge of the lot where the crowd is, and it's a small light. But it's pointed straight down the row of tea lights at the dark and if it’s joined by a few more it’s going to light up the dark enough for them to see what’s happening.They’ll see me standing here with a knife I can't use and a murder pixie I can't outrun.Dax is on the far side of the redcap, bleeding but still on his feet, frozen in place by the realization that the only thing between the bloodthirsty little fucker and Bernard is me, and it hasn't noticed me yet.I can hear Mrs. Montgomery breathing fast, because she's ten feet from me with her hand over her mouth, looking right at it.Not at a cougar. At a redcap.She’s a witch, so she knows more than the average citizen. Which is the only thing currently keeping her from screaming and ca

DaxThe cop wants me at the station tomorrow to give an official statement and tells me I’m free to leave after that.I'm driving the back way around to the logging road with Bernard's blood drying stiff on my arms, because there’s still a crowd staring at the trail mouth.The cops can keep idiots out of the woods now, I’m done.'Drive faster,' my wolf says, almost as soon as I’ve got the engine started.I'm driving as fast as a man with nothing to hide drives.'Then hide something.'I ignore my wolf until I’m out of sight, then I press down on the accelerator.Noah’s getting to his feet and nearly topples over again and I nearly drive into a tree about it.My thigh's got its feeling back, and the feeling is that somebody parked a truck on it.I kill the engine and grab the jerry can out of the bed. The body has to burn.Then I’m rushing into the trees on foot, concentrating on not limping. I refuse to show up to him limping.I come around a spruce and stop.The redcap is a dark lump

MaximI hear her heartbeat as the Uber ferries her to Vintage. She’ll be here in a few minutes.It worries me how attuned I am to the organ pumping blood through her veins. I could pick Heidi out of a crowd of thousands without using any of my other senses.I stopped pretending I don't listen for it on the night’s when she’s expected.Tonight it's running too fast.Something's upset her.Somebody is having a very bad week and doesn't know it yet."Mervyn.""Master.""Mervyn. I’m pretty sure you’re doing it to get on my nerves, and I’m playing right into your hands by reacting, but cease this Master nonsense. Get the board ready.""It's been ready since six."He keeps polishing a glass to a standard nobody has ever requested."I cut the salami thinner. She leaves the thick pieces."Two hundred and twenty years old, and here I am employing a man I don't pay so he can tell me things I already know about a woman I'm not courting.The door opens on a gust of snow and Heidi Sweeney comes th

Cody"They're burning.""They're not burning, you TOLD me to brown them.""Cody."Okay, they're burning. There's a smell coming off the pan like somebody torched a shed, and the ones round the edge have gone completely black, which feels like an overreaction from an onion.Mato comes over and turns the gas down to about a third of what I had it and takes the spoon."Too hot," he says. "You want them sweet. Sweet takes time."'Sweet takes time,' my wolf repeats, like he's writing it on his hand."Now leave them alone.""I was stirring them.""If the heat’s not too high you don’t have to stir them every four seconds. They need to touch the pan long enough to soften."He hands the spoon back to me. "Once a minute. Add salt now, not at the end."Then he puts his hand over mine, the one holding the spoon, to stop me pushing them around too soon.Just a few seconds of his incredible warmth soaking into my skin, setting off a whisper of fluttering moths in my stomach.His hand is about twice

DaxThe armchair does not want to go upstairs.It's the big leather one from the living room, and I've got it wedged at the turn in the staircase, an armrest jammed into the railing.I'm strong enough to bench a cow, which is helping exactly nothing."You could take the legs off," Noah says from the bottom step, sounding amused.He's not offering to help. He's enjoying watching me lose to furniture, arms crossed, fighting a smile and losing."The legs don't come off.""You could make them come off. Pure grit and power. I’m assuming you figured brute force is the way to go, otherwise you could have asked me to help.""I don’t need help carrying a chair, and I'm not breaking it to make it fit.""No. You're just sanding the wall with it."He ducks under my elbow, gets a grip on the seat, and lifts. "Back up a little. Turn it on its side. Now tilt. There you go."It comes free like it was never stuck. I give it a week before that gets used against me.Mato's standing at Cody's door. He wa