33. War

“What’s going on?”

Jax shoved Gerald against the wall and clamped a hand over his mouth. The Hunters couldn’t hear them but they could sense them. Maybe they would sense their movement, too. He kept his focus outside the wall as more of them gathered. Security would have seen him head for the camera’s blind spot; it wouldn’t take them long to find the door.

Gerald struggled, bringing his attention back to the drunk man.

“Stop. If you don’t want them to catch you and torture you, just keep your mouth shut and follow me,” he hissed.

It was hard enough to keep pushing Cain back without having to baby a grown human. Could he not use his logic? Or was he already drunk?

That wasn’t fair, though. Like any human, Gerald was unaware of the darkness that fell over the hotel.

He released Gerald and started walking down the stairwell. If both the hotel and the motel weren’t safe, did that mean they had their eyes on all his properties? The motel wasn’t under his real name, but it was comm