The last of the crowd was vacating the room. All that was left were the Huntsmen along with the dead woman and several wounded. I forced my eyes away from the mutilated corpse. Her fate could have so easily been my father's. Or mine. Shock began to set in, and my whole body shook like the legs of a newborn fawn. Casek lifted me in one smooth motion, and I gladly wrapped my arms around his neck. “Let’s get you home,” he murmured against my forehead. I closed my eyes, taking in his spicy scent and attempting to push out all thoughts of what I’d just witnessed. I considered the club an extension of my home and had expected both to be impenetrable. Not only had my dad nearly been killed, but my absolute confidence in our safety inside the Huntsman had been profoundly shaken. Casek took me down
