Page 106 of Twisted Little Game

But tonight, I’m not sure that I can.

Yes. Find what you can about the Farina boy, then get here. As quickly as you can.

“Everything okay?” Tate asks me as I pocket my phone.

“Stay behind me at every moment,” I tell him. “Do you understand me?”

“I understand.”

“Don’t fucking say a word.”

“I won’t.”

I pause near the doorway of my room, already scanning the hallway for anything out of place before we step out.

I reach backward to squeeze Tate’s hand in mine for a moment, and he’s still shaking when I have to let it go.

I move quietly.

I know the places to step so the floorboards don’t creak. The rain is still falling in a steady patter outside, and I’ve never been more glad for it.

Most of the guys are still out at the fall festival.

Weston and Sevan were down in the front room when we walked in, and I saw Rayne in the kitchen, but Onyx House is unusually quiet this evening.

I push open door after door with the tip of my gun.

I check every bedroom, and when I push open the door near the end of the hall, Hunter is inside, reading a book on his bed.

He frowns as he looks up to see me with the gun in my hands.

“What’s going on?” Hunter asks calmly.

Hunter is no stranger to violence. He isn’t easily scared or easily intimidated, and after everything Onyx House has been through over the past year, he doesn’t even flinch when he sees the pistol.

“Hunter, have you seen anyone you don’t recognize in the house tonight?” I ask.

“Not at all. It’s been very chill, all night,” he says, putting his book down and standing up. “Where is Rayne? Is everything okay?”

“I saw Rayne in the kitchen,” Tate says. “He’s good.”

I explain the basic details to Hunter, and show him the letter and the photo.

Hunter looks confused. “Why would someone put it on your pillow?”

“Tate has been sleeping in my bed. It’s a precaution we needed to take,” I tell him.

I’d been trying to keep it a complete secret that Tate was sleeping in my bed instead of in his own room, but right now I didn’t hesitate for a second to tell Hunter the truth.

Hunter glances between the two of us, but then just nods his head. “Let’s go downstairs. Now.”

Hunter reaches into a black wooden chest at the end of his bed and pulls out a thin, shiny knife.

“How many of you keep fucking weapons in your rooms like this?” Tate suddenly blurts out. “Are you Bratva too, Hunter?”

“I am not. Ask me about my past another time, and I’ll tell you everything,” he says.

Tate follows behind the two of us as we check the remaining rooms upstairs and then head down. Weston and Sev are watching a movie, and we find Rayne in the kitchen, finishing making a smoothie.