Chapter 43 Hunter Ii

• Perhaps, had it been someone else, he might have considered the possibility of it all. But his mother was dead, and Madeline had wielded the dagger. In that moment, all he saw was her body, and the blood on Madeline’s hands. He couldn’t even look at her without seeing that one picture in his mind’s eye; her delicate fingers that had touched him lovingly, curled around that bloodied dagger.
• “I have no reason to. Not even sending assassins to kill me could have pushed me to—”
• Hunter cocked his head, straightening. “What?”