Page 98 of The Ice Prince's Fated Mate
“It’s fine.” Milly turned me at the shoulder, tugging me back through the crowd. “That was really gross. I know we’ve seen some things, but seeing that would put just about anyone out of sorts. No need to apologize.”
“Milly,” I said as we drifted, not walking anywhere in particular.
“Like, why rip the head off?”
“Milly.”
“Why not just hang the whole body up? Less gore that way.”
“Milly,” I tried again.
“Unless maybe they think the point wouldn’t have gotten across? I still think people would understand. Don’t you?” She stopped talking as my hand covered her mouth.
She stared at me, her eyes dropping to my hand and then back up. One eyebrow lifted followed by the other.
“Milly,” I said, locking eyes with her. “I know who it was.”
The eyebrows rose higher, her forehead wrinkling. She slowly lifted a hand, peeling my palm away from her mouth. “Did you just say you know them?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “He’s a Hunter. Or was.”
“Good riddance,” she spat, staring angrily back at the gates.
“He’stheHunter,” I whispered. “The one from … before you.”
Milly went still. “He is?”
I nodded.
“Awfully big coincidence.”
“I don’t think it is one,” I confessed, tuning out the world except for my best friend. “Dirk and I, we talked. I told him about what happened to me. What … what that Hunter did.”
“So you think Dirk …”
I nodded. “But how?”
“Well, heisthe brother of the Ice Tyrant,” Milly said slowly. “He’s pretty strong.”
“Not that.” I chewed on my lip, fear gnawing at my insides. “Mil, how did he know who I was talking about, and how could he find him so fast?”
Milly didn’t respond, her eyes shifting past me and going wide.
“That would be quite simple,” a new voice interrupted.
A voice we all knew well.
I whirled around to see Mirko standing there with Andrik at his side, hair curled and teased, clothing tailored perfectly to his body, somehow turning his natural muscle into a show of frippery and weakness.
Kolar came up from between Milly and me. Behind Mirko, Durion stood with his hands wide, apologetic for being too slow to warn us about Mirko’s presence.
“What do you want, Mirko?” I bit off, staring into eyes far too similar to Dirk’s for my liking.
“You asked a question,” the arrogant shifter said with false pleasantry. “I figured it was the right thing to do to answer it.”
“How could you possibly know anything?” Milly snapped, easing closer to me protectively.
“I make it my business to know things. I don’t like being surprised or snuck up on.”
