Twilight Hunter (The Execution Underground) (26 page)

Her hands clenched into fists. “Save it for someone who cares, Jace.” Her brain tore in two—she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to punch him or sob into his shoulder.

He shook his head. “I didn’t know I was a Skinwalker. I thought I was half-werewolf.”

She turned and pounded her fist into the wall, leaving a dent in the plaster. She rested her head against it. “I don’t know why I didn’t recognize it. Shit, I’m so stupid. But the details all blended together. I never should have trusted you. I never should’ve slept with you,” she rambled on.

“Don’t act like you regret it. I was there, Frankie. You care for me, and don’t you dare deny it.”

She refused to meet his eyes. “You’re delusional if you think I could ever care for you.”

He stepped toward her again. “Where is this coming from? Last night you told me you loved me. Now you won’t even look at me.”

“I didn’t mean it!” she yelled. Her chest heaved as her anger came to a head. At that moment, she really did hate him. “When I said I loved you, I was just caught up in the moment. I
don’t
love you. Now get the hell away from me.”

* * *

J
ACE
WOULD
GLADLY
have taken multiple bullets straight to the heart than hear Frankie’s words. Numb. That was how he felt. His entire body was numb. But the pain... The pain would come later. He knew that for a fact.

He stared at her for several seconds before he finally processed her words. His emotions hit harder than a freight train running at maximum speed. It felt as if someone had drained all the blood from his body. His stomach sank. His eyes burned, but he didn’t cry, though if ever there had been a moment when he would have shed tears, this was it. “You don’t mean that.”

“I
do
mean it.” She gulped as if she were trying to find the strength to speak. “I can never love you, Jace. You betrayed me.”

His jaw dropped. “Betrayed you? How did I ever betray you?” He stepped toward her.

She shoved him hard until he stumbled back. She was ready for a fight. “Don’t act like you don’t know. You’re a Skinwalker
and
a werewolf hunter.”

“You say it like I had a choice in the matter.”

“A Skinwalker killed my parents! And based on that symbol, Robert’s a Skinwalker, too. He’s been murdering women and raping them afterward. Your name was carved onto two of the bodies. And you expect me to think all that is coincidence? That you’re not involved somehow? I don’t know what you’ve been up to, but you can’t possibly expect me to believe you’re on my side. You’ve murdered my kind for years, possibly even my parents, and now you might have been a part of murdering those women, too.”

Heat rushed to Jace’s face, and before he knew what he was doing, his fist collided with the wall. Fighting back his anger, it took everything he had not to yell, not to tell her how ridiculous she was being. “You really think I’m a murderer? That I’m capable of that kind of sick, perverted evil?”

She stared at the floor.

“Look at me.”

She didn’t.

He slammed his fist into the wall again. “Damn it, Frankie, look at me. I deserve that much.”

Lifting her head, she met his gaze, tears still pouring down her perfect face.

He reached out and cupped her chin in his hand. “If you mean it, tell me you don’t want me here. Tell me to leave and I will.”

Her lower lip quivered. She stared at him for several long moments before she brushed his hand away. “I can’t trust you. I—I don’t want you here, Jace.”

His stomach rolled. “Fine.”

He walked to the door and paused as he grabbed hold of the knob. “I’ll find Allsún on my own.” Without another word, he left, leaving the door open. He charged down the stairs and rushed out to the cold city streets.

Betrayal? Fucking betrayal? If there were two things in life he prided himself on, they were being honest and being loyal. He could be one nasty bastard sometimes, but he would at least give himself that much credit.

He continued down the block to his car, his leather coat wrapped tight around him and his hand itching to grab hold of his flask. His thoughts raced.

She doesn’t love me.

A sharp pain stabbed his heart. He wasn’t sure what to think.

Do I want her to love me?

He shoved the thought aside. He was pathetic. The fact that he’d imagined for even two seconds that he could find happiness in his life was fucking laughable. He was a damn fool. Everything he’d thought he’d known that morning had been thrown out the window, into the street and ran over by a hundred fully loaded semis.

He wasn’t a werewolf at all. His whole career of hunting werewolves, the creatures that reminded him so much of his no-good, deadbeat father, was a lie. A Skinwalker? A Berserker? What did that even mean in any real sense? And now Frankie didn’t even love him.

Hopes and dreams crushed flat, every one of them.

He turned and stared back at her apartment complex. Damn it. He was kidding himself if he thought he could walk out on her. He stared unseeingly out the windshield. What the hell did he have to lose? She already hated him. And really, he couldn’t blame her.

* * *

F
RANKIE
SLAMMED
THE
door behind Jace, and the resounding bang shuddered through her small apartment. She stood, panting in fury, eyes fixed on the doorway where he’d been standing only moments before. The sting of betrayal stabbed at her heart, and her blood boiled so hot she felt steam could fly out her ears. Damn him for leading her on. Damn him for sleeping with her when he didn’t care. Damn him for making her fall in...

Love.

Her emotions ran the gamut as her anger simmered down to a wrenching sadness.

She leaned back against the door frame and slid down it until she reached the floor. Letting out a loud sob, she buried her face in her hands. How could he? She would never understand how someone she loved could be so manipulative. So cruel. She could feel her heart breaking.

He lied to me.

The thought of the pained look in his eyes when he stormed out clouded her thoughts. She couldn’t get it out of her head. Damn, he was good. Even when she knew the truth, knew he
had
to be involved in some way, all he had to do was look at her with those gorgeous emerald eyes and she wanted to cave in to him instantly, wanted to believe everything he said.

A large fist pounded against the door, and a jolt ran down her spine.

Jace.

Her stomach dropped, and she tried to stop herself from hyperventilating. She needed to stand up for herself.

Like hell I’m going to let him get away with treating me like dirt. I’m better than this.

Pushing herself off the ground, she stood.

“You know what, Jace, you just need to—” She wrenched open the door and stumbled back.

Before she knew what was happening, Robert came at her full force. He pinned her against the wall and held his knife against her throat. The blade cut into her skin, and a thin line of blood trickled down her collarbone.

Robert sneered. “Nice to see you again, packmaster.” He spat the last word and looked down at her as if she was nothing more than a pathetic dog.

Frankie pressed herself as tight against the wall as possible and fought to slow her breathing. Calm. She needed to be calm. “What are you doing here?” She barely managed to choke out the words.

“Retrieving you. You see, I kidnapped one of your little pack members. But apparently she wasn’t important enough for you to come save her.” He grinned. “Turns out that she isn’t a werewolf at all. First time I’ve ever tortured a faerie. But I have to say, so far I’m finding it quite amusing. Who knew iron was such a useful weapon?”

“You bastard,” Frankie growled.

He leaned more weight on the blade and the cut deepened just enough to exponentially enhance her pain. “Enough with the insults, my dear. Dirty mouths aren’t appealing on women, even canine whores.” He dragged the tip of the knife down her collarbone, stopping inches away from her breasts.

She hissed from the sting. Blood gushed from the tear in her skin, and pain seared through her.

“I’d absolutely love to take my blade to that beautiful chest of yours.” He trailed the flat part of the blade over her right breast. “But we’ll save that for later.”

She glared at him, though she couldn’t fight the shivers running down her spine. “You’re a sick freak.”

With his blade safely away from her throat, she kneed him hard in the groin. He crumpled over exactly as she’d expected. She brought her elbow up and slammed it down into his spine. He toppled to the floor, but he managed to grab her ankle in the process.

He was strong, and when he pulled on her leg she slammed to the floor. She scrambled to her feet, but not before Robert regained his footing, too. He grabbed her shoulder, his knife at the ready. Spinning out of his grasp, she unleashed a roundhouse kick that hit him square in the face.

With a loud curse, he stumbled back, clutching his bloodied nose. Before he could retaliate, she punched him straight in the solar plexus. Gasping for air, he fell to his knees. Now was her chance. She bolted for the door, but before she’d run even five feet, Robert stabbed the blade of his knife through her blue jeans and into her calf.

She screamed in agony. Pain shot up her leg and radiated through her entire body, but she didn’t stop. She stumbled toward her door, moving as fast as she could. Blood gushed from her wound, leaving a crimson trail. She reached for the knob of the open door, and she used it to steady herself.

Without warning Robert tackled her from behind. He caught her off balance and slammed her into the wall.

“Back off, you filthy piece of shit.” She clawed at his face with her fingernails, scratching anything she could reach.

He clutched both hands around her throat. Lifting her off the ground, he choked her as he pinned her against the wall. “I said, no. More. Insults.”

Frankie clawed at his hands, trying to escape. She kicked her feet in hopes of hitting him in the groin, but it was no use. Black spots clouded her vision as she felt herself start to slip into darkness. The last thing she saw was Robert’s twisted grin.

“Sleep now, little packmaster. You can rest until the fun starts.”

* * *

J
OGGING
THE
HALF
block back to the building, Jace reviewed everything he could possibly say to convince Frankie of his innocence. Somehow, nothing he came up with seemed like enough. When he reached the building, he bounded up the steps, wrenched the door open and headed straight for the stairs.

He stopped in his tracks.

Crouching to the floor, he rubbed his finger across a small red speckle. He lifted his hand to his nose and sniffed. The smell of iron filled his nostrils.

Blood.

Jace sprinted up the stairs to the second floor. Frankie’s door hung open. His stomach flipped. “Shit.” He ran into the apartment at full speed but quickly skidded to a halt.

Blood. Frankie’s blood.

There was a large pool on the floor, with small droplets leading out of the apartment. Robert had her. He knew it without question. All his fault. If he hadn’t left her...

A loud roar ripped from Jace’s throat as anger flooded every inch of his body. He barely took the time to scan the writing that dripped in fresh blood across the walls before he stormed out of the apartment. He was going to tear that fucker to pieces.

Come to the abandoned warehouse in Honeoye. Better hurry, my dear Jace, before I kill them both.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

F
RANKIE
’
S
EYES
SLOWLY
flickered open. Her head pounded, pain thumping in her temple like a steadily beating drum. Her whole body ached, and her collarbone throbbed with pain every time she breathed. Damn him for using a silver knife. Pushing herself off the ground, she blinked several times until her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. She scanned her surroundings and gritted her teeth.

A cage. He’d placed her in a freaking cage.

She grabbed one of the bars and shook it with all the strength she could muster. The iron creaked as it threatened to give beneath her strength, but it would take hours to bend it enough so she could escape. Something told her she didn’t have that kind of time.

“We’re in a warehouse. Don’t bother yelling or trying to get out. It’s impossible.”

Frankie turned around. Allsún lay sprawled across the bottom of the cage, her arms and limbs spread wide as if she were the female equivalent of da Vinci’s famous Vitruvian Man. She didn’t move.

“Allsún, are you okay?” Frankie crawled toward her. When she reached Allsún’s side, she cursed.

Iron. The cage was made of iron—even the floor.

“Holy shit, Allsún. I’m going to move you, okay? I’m going to move you so your skin isn’t touching the metal.” Frankie placed a hand on Allsún’s arm.

The small faerie cringed. “Be careful, Frankie. My...my skin is stuck to the iron. If you move me, it will peel off.”

“Shit.” Frankie hit one of the metal bars of the cage in frustration. “I’m going to have to move you somehow. If you stay like this, the iron’s just going to keep eating away at your skin.” Frankie eyed the length of Allsún’s body. She didn’t know where to begin.

Legs. She would start with her legs. The only skin showing there was a slight flash of her ankle just above her shoe, the only part of her leg not protected by her jeans.

Shifting toward Allsún’s feet, she stared down at her injured friend. “I’m going to move your legs so that your shoes are touching the iron, instead of your skin. Okay?”

Allsún whimpered, unable even to nod.

Frankie cupped her hands underneath Allsún’s kneecaps. Should she pull her legs off the floor quickly, like a Band-Aid, to lessen the pain or move slowly in hopes of salvaging some of the skin? Frankie closed her eyes and quickly lifted Allsún’s legs.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Frankie’s eyes snapped open. Her stomach flipped. She held back vomit at the sight of chunks of Allsún’s skin stuck to the iron. The smell of burning flesh permeated the air. Frankie gagged.

She propped Allsún’s legs up with her knees bent and placed her shoes in contact with the iron. Her torso remained flat against the bottom of the cage.

Damn. The difficult part was next. Her arms and her head.

Frankie carefully slipped her hands underneath Allsún’s shoulders. Her blouse had managed to protect most of the skin there.

I’m doing this to help her, not to hurt her.
She repeated the mantra in her head for reassurance.

“No. No. Frankie, please,” Allsún cried.

A large lump lodged in Frankie’s throat. “Allsún, I’m so sorry. I know this is going to hurt, but I have to get your skin off this iron. If your head stays where it is, the metal will eat completely through your skin until it reaches your skull. I can’t let that happen.”

Inhaling a steadying breath, Frankie hoisted Allsún’s body off the metal floor. The sound was disgusting, like peeling an old bumper sticker from a used car. Allsún’s screams vibrated through Frankie’s head as if someone had shoved a tuning fork inside her ear.

In one quick swoop, she had Allsún off the floor and sitting in her lap. The other woman weighed practically nothing, but her blood poured onto Frankie, staining her white tank top a deep crimson. Allsún screamed and writhed in Frankie’s arms.

“Shh. Shh. Allsún, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She gripped her friend tightly around the middle to hold her still. She couldn’t let her touch the iron again. “We’ll be out of here soon. I promise.”

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” The voice came from the other side of the room.

Frankie looked up as Allsún’s screams started to fade to groans and her bleeding slowed. Leaning against one of the warehouse walls, Robert stared at her with unrelenting, cold eyes.

Frankie scoffed. “A cage, huh?”

A smirk crept across his face. “You like it? I thought it was very fitting.”

She snorted as if she’d never heard of anything more ridiculous—anything to piss him off. Anger made people sloppy, and sloppiness meant a better chance for them to escape. “You’re really subtle with your insults, aren’t you?”

He frowned. “Laugh if you want, but you’re the one locked up like the bitch that you are. You’re nothing more than live bait.”

Frankie stroked Allsún’s hair, trying to calm her panic. “What do you mean? You have me trapped. What else do you need now? Why don’t you just kill us already?”

“My, my, don’t we have a large ego.” He moved away from the wall and stalked toward the cage. “Don’t flatter yourself, packmaster. You’ve never been my target. It’s your hunter I want.”

Her stomach dropped. “What do you want with Jace?”

He grinned as if he were a cat who’d just swallowed a large canary. “To kill him, of course.”

It took everything Frankie had to hold back her anger and remain still for Allsún’s sake. “What about ransacking my apartment, kidnapping me? What does that have to do with Jace?”

He chuckled and kneeled next to the cage. If he moved any closer to the bars, she thought, she could speed-shift and slip her muzzle through the opening. She would have liked nothing more than to rip his face off with her teeth.

“You must be even less intelligent than you appear. Let me spell it out for you.” He pointed to himself, then her. “
I
kidnap
you,
which leads Jace straight to me. He won’t be able to resist saving you.”

“And Allsún? What about her? She’s not involved in any of this.”

Allsún stirred. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse from screaming. “To lure
you
here,” she said in a near whisper. “Only it didn’t work.”

“The troll’s smarter than she appears.”

“I’m not a troll,” Allsún said. “I’m Fae.” She winced as she said it, but her voice remained strong.

Robert ignored her comment and stood again. “When you didn’t come for her, I took a more...direct approach. There’s no question. He’ll be here.”

Frankie swallowed down the bile burning the back of her throat. Jace wasn’t involved. He hadn’t betrayed her. Her heart thumped in her chest, its pace quickly increasing until she was near panic. She’d hurt him. She’d told him that she didn’t love him, called him a liar, and all the time he’d been telling the truth.

But he was still a Skinwalker.

Frankie’s head spun. Had he really not known? Had he really thought he was part werewolf? Could anyone have faked the inability to shift as well as he had? Why had she not believed him?

Silently, she cursed herself for acting on stupid impressions, on following a gut fear rather than facing the fact that even though the man she loved shared something in common with her parents’ murderer, it meant nothing.

Frankie growled. “Jace is going to tear you to shreds.”

Robert laughed as if she’d told his favorite joke, the kind that never gets old. “Don’t fool yourself, packmaster. Do you think Jace can match my strength? My speed? My abilities?”

Frankie didn’t say a word. She clamped her mouth shut, but a smug grin spread across her lips.

A fire lit behind Robert’s eyes as his anger melted his icy shield. He marched to the cage and kicked one of the bars. “Tell me what you know.”

She stared him in the face, challenging him to give it his best shot.

When she didn’t respond, he snatched a key from his back pocket and unlocked the door to the cage, his knife pointed straight at her. “Get out.”

She didn’t move.

Robert let out a deep-throated growl. “Get out.
Now
. Before I get my gun and plant a silver bullet in the middle of your forehead.”

Frankie shook her head. “You can’t kill me. You need me as bait to get Jace here.”

He chuckled. “That’s where you’re wrong. You see, as soon as Jace finds the little note I left him, written in some of the delicious blood from that neck of yours, he’ll come here ready for a fight. Your death will only cause him more pain. Why wouldn’t I want that?” He brandished the knife. “The only reason I haven’t killed you yet is so I can kill you and fuck you right in front of him.” He smiled, and it was a look of pure evil.

A chill ran down Frankie’s spine. Every animal instinct in her body screamed for her to run, but she couldn’t. She had to listen to him, if not for the sake of her own survival, then for Allsún’s.

“Let my friend out of the cage, too. I’ll get out if she comes with me.”

Robert eyed her for a moment, sizing her up as a potential opponent. “One at a time. Her first.” He nodded to Allsún.

Allsún groaned, her body lying limp in Frankie’s lap. Frankie gripped her shoulders and gave them a light squeeze. “Allsún. Allsún, you have to get up. We have to get out of here.”

Allsún let out another moan and rolled her head to the side. Her eyes flickered open, and she stared at Frankie. “I can’t.”

“You have to. The longer you’re near this iron, the weaker you’ll get.” Frankie placed a hand on her friend’s cheek. “You can do this.”

“This is all very touching, but I suggest you hurry the fuck up.” Robert’s voice rose as his impatience grew.

“Allsún, get up. You can do it. Do it for David.”

Allsún inhaled sharply. Her whole body language changed, as if she’d found a new resolve. Frankie helped lift her onto her feet. Stumbling, back bent so she didn’t hit her head, Allsún escaped the iron enclosure.

Robert grabbed her by the arm and drew her into his body. He held the knife to her throat, then nodded at Frankie. “Stay,” he commanded, as if she were a dog. He kicked the cage door closed, and the lock snapped shut automatically.

“Hey!” Frankie screamed. She crawled on all fours toward the door, then moved to stand. If she could charge at the lock with all the fury she could muster, maybe she could break it open.

Robert held the knife tighter to Allsún’s throat, but all his focus was on Frankie. “Don’t get up.”

She put her hands up in surrender and sank back down to the floor. “I thought you wanted me to come out?”

“I’ve changed my mind.” Robert’s eyes remained on Frankie even when he leaned his mouth down to Allsún’s ear. “You first.” He backed away, dragging Allsún with him.

“What are you going to do to her?” Frankie yelled. She slammed her fists against the bars. The pounding rattled the inside of her skull.

Robert maneuvered Allsún several feet away, where a pair of shackles hung from the end of a chain that had been haphazardly attached to the ceiling.

“Let her go!” Frankie shouted. She barely recognized the voice as her own from the panic in her tone.

“Lift your arms,” Robert said, positioning Allsún under the contraption. She lifted her arms like the perfect victim, threatened enough by Robert’s knife to listen, but not scared to the point of immobility.

He clamped the wide cuffs around her wrists, and she cringed at their touch.

More iron, Frankie realized.

Shaking the bars of the cage, she tried to think of anything she could do to help her friend. As near as she could tell, she was out of options. It took everything she had in her, but she caved in. She begged. “Don’t hurt her. Please, don’t hurt her. She’s not a part of this. Let her go and kill me instead. Please.”

Robert laughed as he examined the blade of his knife. “Who said I was going to kill her?” He glanced over his shoulder at Frankie, his eyes unpredictable and mad. “We’re going to have some fun first. I’ve had lots of practice on wolves—your parents being among the first.”

Frankie gasped. This man—this monster—had killed her parents. “You killed my parents?”

“Yes. I killed them. How could I resist killing a packmaster and his wife? I was hoping for a challenge, a step up from the weak rogues I’d been killing. Unfortunately, they proved to be worthless opponents. I’ve had women, wolves...but faeries are a new favorite of mine.” He slapped Allsún. “Isn’t that right, my little troll?”

Frankie watched, completely horrified, as Robert stabbed his blade into the soft flesh of Allsún’s stomach.

* * *

T
HE
TIRES
OF
Jace’s H3 squealed as he sped up to the curb outside his apartment. He barely took the time to throw the car into Park before he bolted from the vehicle. He rushed up the stairs and burst into the apartment, panting and out of breath, but full of adrenaline.

David stood. “J? Man, what are you—”

“Robert has Frankie and Allsún. Old warehouse in Honeoye.”

David swore.

“We need to go
now.
” Jace grabbed David’s jacket off a nearby coat rack and threw it at him. “Shane, get your coat on.”

Shane’s eyes widened. “What good will I be? I can’t—”

Jace let out a low growl. “Get your coat on and get in the damn Hummer. Pronto.”

Two minutes later Jace was speeding full-throttle toward Honeoye.

Frankie.

She was his sole focus, the only thing he had to live for. He imagined her face in agony as Robert drew his knife across her skin. The image sent his blood boiling. That sick fuck would pay. He would die the slowest, most painful death Jace could think of.

My fault. All my fault.

The words echoed in his head. Frankie. Allsún. The countless bodies piling up in filthy alleyways. All his fault. He choked down a battle cry that would have shattered the windows.

Shane cleared his throat and leaned in between the two front seats, his face hovering between Jace and David. “We need a plan.”

Jace growled. “I’ll tell you the damn plan. We kill that motherfucker and then carve his eyes out with a dull blade.” Jace’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. “No one touches my woman.”