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injuries.”
    “Thank you for proving my point about the Triad waiting for its players to heal.” Rhys stepped in front of her. “Now take off your glove, or I will.”
    “You can try.”
    “And I’ll win. I’m stronger than you.”
    “In our human forms you are. If I embrace my dark side—”
    “Your physical body will gain mass, splitting those expensive gloves you have on.” Rhys smirked, a satisfied look she wanted to wipe off his face with her claws. “Your Huntsman’s hands aren’t quite as slender and delicate as your human ones.”
    Her elder brother had always been stubborn. And often right, as much as it irritated her. She rolled her eyes and fisted her hands to stop herself from lashing out. Maybe she needed to wear rags around the estate. It wouldn’t matter if those got bloody. Then again, Trevor wouldn’t be hyperaware of her or subtly watch her when he thought no one was looking. Nope, her outfits stayed. Teasing Trevor had become a favorite pastime.
    “Well, sister?”
    “You’re annoying. You know that, right?”
    “So I’ve been told, but I’m merely fulfilling my role. As second in the Hunt, I act as the strategist. To succeed, I need to know the strengths and weaknesses of our Teulu.”
    “Fine. I’m only giving in because I have better things to do than stand here and argue with you.” She unsnapped the clasp on the back of her glove.
    “Of course. You need to check on Trevor.”
    “Shut up.”
    “I’m only stating the facts. Sundown is an hour away, and once we leave, there will be nobody to watch him. Calan has ordered all hounds onto the streets to hunt.”
    “Ian will be here. Last I heard, Tegan is still babysitting our father.”
    “And do you think Ian will actually stop Trevor? Those two did hunt the redcaps and sluaghs for years without us.”
    The reminder of the danger Trevor had been exposed to didn’t help her peace of mind. She glared at Rhys. “I hate you sometimes.”
    A small smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t respond. She turned her attention to peeling the tight glove off, then held her hand out, palm up.
    Rhys grasped her forearm and studied the black mark, tilting her arm to inspect it from all angles. Finally, he released her. “I suppose I was wrong.”
    Why did learning that send a twinge of sadness through her? She should be glad she wasn’t the next Hunter in the spotlight.
    She patted Rhys’s back. “Happens to all of us at one point, brother. Don’t let it get you down.”
    There were plenty of other things that accomplished it much easier. With the anniversary of Kai’s death rapidly approaching, she knew that better than anyone.

 
    C HAPTER F OUR
    The red ribbons tying off the pigtails were a hit. Or maybe it was the short plaid skirt and partially buttoned white top that exposed the edges of her lacy black bra. Whatever it was about her outfit, Rowan was glad she’d worn it. At just after midnight, she’d given a lesson in respecting women to two horny college kids and bestowed upon a murderer a vision of the hell awaiting him. The piece-of-shit male who’d tried to steal her purse at knifepoint was currently confessing his sins to the local police.
    Yes, a good night indeed. She grinned at the small accomplishments. In the grand scheme of things, the little acts of intervention that filled the time when she wasn’t actively hunting didn’t change the course of mankind. If they prevented one person’s pain, however, they were worth it. In her opinion, at least.
    She parked her sports car—some sleek black model that belonged to Trevor—in the secure lot. It would’ve been easier to grab a spot on the street, but she didn’t want the car to get stolen. Borrowing it from Trevor without asking was one thing. Treating it with disregard was another. A Teulu shared its possessions. That was how it had always been. They were one unit, all important but with different roles.
    Trevor might not be a Huntsman yet, but he was