Free Illusion: Volume 3 by Ella Price Page B

or not. If you do not
cooperate more people will die I can promise you that.”
    I
watched him for a minute. I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid he was being
honest, and I didn’t want to get my people hurt. I also didn’t want to trust a
death marshal to keep his word. “What guarantee do I have that you are not
lying?”
    “You
don’t get a guarantee. There are no guarantees,” he said angrily as he stepped
forward again.
    “I
wouldn’t,” Drake said from behind the marshal. I didn’t even hear him approach.
I was too distracted by the marshal’s presence, and he was obviously distracted
by mine because he was caught off guard.
    The
marshal turned so he was able to keep his eyes on me and Drake. “You have no
business here wolf,” the vampire growled. He was obviously used to dealing with
werewolves.
    Several
other werewolves stepped out of the shadows. There had to be at least twenty of
them, and I didn’t hear any of them approach. The thought was a little
unnerving. “Who are you to say what wolf business is, and what isn’t?” Drake asked
amused.
    The
marshal glanced at me then looked around. He was in a tight spot. “So this is
how it works now? Hunters in league with werewolves.”
    “First
off, I am no longer a hunter so you will not get a truce with the hunters
through talking to me. Second is it really so hard to believe that werewolves
and hunters can coexist?” I asked feeling a little braver because I had backup.
    The
marshal glared at me. “Why are you even a concern if you are not part of the
hunters? They said you killed a marshal on hunter’s orders,” he said annoyed.
    I
laughed. “You know better than that. The hunters are scared of marshals. I
killed that marshal because I wanted him dead. He threatened someone I love so
he paid. You will to, if you do not leave my city now.”
    He
watched me for a minute then his expression darkened. “You are a renegade like
your father,” he growled.
    “My
father was a good man,” I said defensively. He was acting like my father was a
horrible person.
    “Your
father was a trouble maker. He brought havoc. I don’t suggest you follow in his
footsteps,” the marshal growled.
    “Let’s
just kill him,” Drake said moving forward.
    The
marshal stiffened like he was preparing for a fight. “No,” I said softly. Drake
looked at me startled. He was prepared to attack. The marshal even looked
surprised and confused. “You may leave. Don’t come back,” I growled and pushed
past him. He wasn’t the marshal that hurt Nick. I wasn’t sure how I knew I just
had a feeling he wasn’t.
    “Rayne
we can’t…” Drake started.
    “We
will not just kill. We are not animals. That is what separates us from them.
Let him leave,” I ordered cutting him off.
    Drake
pressed his lips together like he wanted to argue, but he decided against it. I
continued on my way. I needed to go back to the warehouse. I wanted to know
what other information I could find on my parents. There were so many different
stories and opinions. It was getting confusing. I didn’t know who I should and
shouldn’t trust.

 
    I
sat flipping through my father’s journal. Colin was watching me, but he hadn’t
spoken. It had been a few hours since my encounter with the marshal. He should
have been long gone by now.
    Colin
cleared his throat like he was finally going to speak. “Drake said you let a
marshal go.”
    “I
did,” I said absently as I focused on the journal.
    “Do
you think that was a good idea?” he asked. He didn’t sound accusing. If
anything he sounded like he was just trying to understand.
    “He
had no intention to attack unless provoked. I wasn’t going to kill him for no
reason,” I said trying not to sound annoyed.
    “He
would have killed you for no reason if Drake hadn’t shown up when he did,” he
countered.
    I
glanced up at him for a minute then looked back at the journal. “He wanted a
truce. He said the marshals are trying to over