For anything.
“Cassie Montgomery,” Titus said. “Bram’s little sister.”
A flicker of recognition flashed in Hawk’s eyes. “Does Bram know?”
“I’m going to take a stab in the dark and say no because if he did he’d be hauling her ass out of here.”
Hawk blinked, then looked at the four girls huddled together on the other side of the room. “If she wants to play, let her play.”
I sighed. “I’d ask if you’re fucking insane, but I already know the answer to that question.”
“Rich coming from you,” Hawk said blandly.
Fair. We were all a little insane.
“I’m just saying, Bram is going to lose his shit if we let his little sister join the Hunt.”
“What’s he going to do?” Vigo asked. “Kill us?”
“Possibly.” I didn’t know what I’d expected. I’d known Hawk and Vigo long enough to know that when given the option between a reasonable and unreasonable thing, they would always choose the latter, out of curiosity as much as anything else.
And yeah, I knew I could be a little unhinged myself, but we were talking about Bram.
“The Butchers gave us control of the Hunt,” Hawk said, turning his eyes on me. “It’s not their show anymore.”
That part was true. Maeve Haver had them totally pussy-whipped. The Butchers were done hunting.
Women anyway.
We’d been psyched to be handed the baton, and we’d spent the last thirty days making changes to the tunnels, adding obstacles that would make the Hunt more challenging for the women who were our prey.
And more exciting for us.
“Can you call Bram?” I asked Titus. Because yeah, I was a risk-taker but that didn’t mean I had a fucking death wish.
Titus shook his head. “Out of town.”
I frowned. “Out of town?”
Other than when all that shit went down with Maeve, I couldn’t remember a time when the Butchers hadn’t been right here in Blackwell Falls.
Titus nodded. “Took Maeve to Bali.”
Vigo’s grin looked devilish under the purple lights we’d installed in the tunnels to replace the red ones used by the Butchers. “Then I say we let her play.”
“I agree.” Hawk had turned his attention to the newest Hunt team, their copper bull masks glinting under the purple lights. They’d taken the place of the Ghosts, who’d been eliminated by the Butchers — in more ways than one — when they’d allowed strangers to infiltrate the last Hunt. The new team had been vetted, but we didn’t know them well, and after what had happened with the Ghosts, we were all less trusting. “It’s not our job to babysit Bram’s little sister. Besides, I’m not above fucking with Bram just for the fuck of it.”
I cursed. “This is a mistake.”
Hawk clearly didn’t share my lack of a death wish.
“You’re outvoted,” Vigo pointed out, rubbing his hands together. “Baby sister gets to play.”
“Let her in,” Hawk said.
“Bram will have my balls,” Titus said.
Vigo flashed him a smile in mock sympathy. “Sounds like he already does, big guy.”