Which was good. He needed to know Charles like she did. He needed to know what he was up against, know what kind of monster was hunting during his watch. Maybe, unlike the Hounds before him, he might actually make an attempt to stop the bastard. “Don’t get me wrong,” she added. “I’ll fight him. And if he gives me a chance to kill him, then you better have that silver bullet ready, because he’ll be a dead man walking and I don’t care about the consequences.” “We could move you into a Shifter Protection—” Hell no. She shook her head and held up a hand to cut him off. “Didn’t think you’d go for that,” he sighed, but at least he didn’t push. She’d gone to the Hounds once before for help. Brandt was their second shot at getting it right. “I’ve given you everything I know on this, but excuse me if I don’t trust your guys not to hand me over if he waltzes in and promises to stop killing in exchange for me.” Brandt gave a growl then and stepped closer.
