CHAPTER 32Arthur looked every bit the imposing hunter in his new uniform—Abby would have been worried if she hadn’t trusted him so completely.
The hunters escorted them to one of the all-terrain trucks. When Abby hopped in, it reminded her vividly of being in the hunters’ black van four years ago.
She started shaking and Arthur squeezed her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
She gave a nervous laugh. “The last time I was in a vehicle like this with hunters, I was being taken to their HQ. I spoke to one of the hunters about my sister.”
The little hunter was across the isle of the truck, listening. He met her gaze. He knew exactly who Abby was referring to.
Abby kept talking. “My solicitor, Jen, was with me and I thought that with her on my side, working with the hunters wouldn’t be as bad as I’
