Chapter 230

Jacob's Perspective Letting Celena be the one to expose those bastards first was a blow to my pride. Damn it, I'd almost bought their "regular worker" act. But hot on the heels of that embarrassment came a surge of fierce pride—that's my girl. Sharp, cool-headed, always seeing through the disguise when it counts. Standing there in the cold white light, a smear of the Hunter's blood on her fingertip, her eyes as cold and piercing as a frozen lake… she was damn mesmerizing. Pride aside, we had work to do. The fury of being deceived and the anxiety of what was being hidden made my hands less than gentle. The wet thud of fist on flesh, the subtle crack of bone shifting, sounded unnaturally loud in the icy room. The Hunters held out at first, cursing us with venom in their eyes. But when I bent one man's wrist back to a sickening angle and calmly asked if he wanted to be a cripple for life or start talking, fear finally outweighed their precious "