he said with unbridled anger. His heart squeezed as he watched Josh help Amelia into a Jeep, his hand lingering far too long on her thighs. “You are no fun,” Angelle whined, stomping her feet on the ground. “You should have killed her.” “Angelle, how many times do I have to tell you? We don’t kill the pets,” Mitchell said distractedly, scanning his numbers. His eyes settled on a small girl, a child really. She was petite, with sharp features and dirty blond hair, and she clung to one of his children. “But …” Angelle whined. Engines rumbled to life in the distance, and the mob of hunters filed out onto the road, keeping the straggling humans in the center as they ran. “No,” Mitchell said, raising a hand to silence her. “I want to have some fun with them. And with her.” He narrowed his eyes, watching the Jeep race from the parking lot, and for just a second, he wondered why none of the hunters had attacked. Surely his small numbers were no match for that horde. Could Amelia have ordered them not to? If she did, why? It wasn’t until he had threatened her life that one of them finally acted. Why was nothing making any sense?
