Teller
Rockand I stand outside and stare at the trailer.
“Should we take the body?” I ask.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
Wrath flicks the lighter in his hands. “I have an idea.”
“June,” Rock calls out, ignoring Mr. Firestarter.
She steps away from her huddle with Carter.
“Anyone else here?” Rock sweeps his hand in a circle. “Maybe hiding? Or tied up like you were?”
June flicks her gaze around the camp.
“Any women or children?” Grinder clarifies.
“Or animals,” Z adds.
She shakes her head. “Women aren’t allowed up here.”
“That explains a lot,” Murphy grumbles.
“Why were you here, then?” Wrath asks.
She cocks her head, like it’s a stupid question. Quick, sharp laughter explodes past my lips. This chick throwing attitude at Wrath warms my soul.
Wrath snarls, looking awfully similar to a mastiff guarding a junkyard.
“We searched all the buildings,” I say to Rock. “Didn’t find anyone else.”
He grunts a noise of agreement.
“They were hiding her from Merlin,” Carter says.
“Why? Thought they wanted him to marry you tomorrow?” Wrath asks June.
“Ewww,” Carter whines. “She’s younger than me, for fuck’s sake.”
June shudders.
Rock stares at the sky, like he’s searching for patience among the stars. “You got somewhere we can take you? Family? A mother?” he asks.
“My father killed her a long time ago.” June’s raspy voice carries years of sadness.
Well, fuck.
Rock stares me in the eye, a look that says he still doesn’t trust her brewing in his gray depths.
I don’t trust her either, but I shrug. “We’ll figure it out. Let’s get the fuck away from here.”
“Now might be a good time to visit your undertaker,” Murphy suggests, nodding at the body.
“I’ll go with you,” Jiggy volunteers.
“Let’s get your truck,” Rock says to me, jerking his thumb at the dead guy. “I’m not dragging his carcass out of here.”