Cynthia had no idea how she went from hunter to hunted. She sprinted through the woods blindly, running with every ounce of strength she had. Asher couldn't get his hands on the kind of information she carried. She wouldn't be the one to bring her darling Patrick's downfall. So yes, she would die if that was the cost to protect his secret.
She was still holding on to that thought when something slammed into her, hard. Cynthia hit the ground with a gasp, the breath punched from her lungs. She scrambled to look behind her, and it was exactly as she'd dreaded.
Asher Nightshade had found her.
Without hesitation, Cynthia reached for the gun strapped to her thigh, not to shoot him, but to end her own life.
But Asher was faster.
He moved with the brutal accuracy of a werewolf, kicking the weapon out of her grasp in a blink. In the same motion, he hauled her to her feet like she weighed nothing.
