Caine shook his head, his mouth full of food. “No. I never asked to. Why would I? I don’t give a f**k. They can kill anybody they want to, it means f**k all to me.”
It seemed he wasn’t much of a forward planner, though it was possible he was just that laid back. Zara didn’t berate him, just explained why it meant something to the Kindred. “If we knew who was on the list,” she said, “we might be able to figure out where they’re going to be next.”
But he wasn’t understanding, he was smug. “I could tell you where they are right now,” Caine said, and everybody stopped what they were doing.
Zave and Devon had just sat down at the table when Caine revealed that truth. Despite not being around to order food, there were takeout trays at their places waiting for them.
Impatient, Zara prompted h
