I wanted to be gone before Ritter arrived with the trailer of unconscious Hunters and insisted on coming with us. Truth was, I didn’t trust myself alone with him, and I was determined not to easily forget what he’d done. I hadn’t asked for undying devotion or anything so awkward as that. I’d simply believed his promise to be there when I awoke from the heart transplant that saved my father’s life—and took mine, however briefly.I was sure Ritter could figure out something to do with himself tonight. By the time I returned from the restaurant with any information I could squeeze from Keene, I bet he’d have Oliver, Mari, Chris, and even Stella in the sprawling dining room turned gym, working on combat techniques.“Okay, you stay out of sight,” I told Jace, as I drove slowly past the restaurant. “Just because you’ve never officially met Keene doesn’t mean he won’t recognize you. He’s probably seen your picture dozens of times.”“You think I don’t know that?”
