Court of Evil (Courts and Kings #5)

CHAPTER 50

G eorge Brown, or Demon, as the other hunters call him, is the epitome of what I hate. He hunts anything and everything, regardless of what their crimes are. He is relentless and messy. If Shamus’s research is anything to go by, then he doesn’t care who gets hurt in the process, which doesn’t surprise me. I still remember the hardness of his gun at my temple as he marched me into the abandoned bakery to leave me as bait for the troll we were hunting. Well, my father and George were hunting, but not together—it just so happened they’d run into each other. My dad made a friendly bet, as most hunters do, and George made it unfriendly. He didn’t care if I lived or died.

It was only because of the skills my father had taught me that I survived that encounter. The troll got away, and George was so angry, he backhanded me. When my father turned up with the troll’s head, he was furious, and for the first time ever, I saw fear in George’s eyes. He managed to escape my father’s wrath, not without that scar, but I knew then what lingered inside a man like that—bloodlust, the type that is never satisfied.

He feels no sanctity for human life nor monsters, just a need to kill. He isn’t a hunter because he wants to protect humans. He’s a hunter because he’d be a serial killer otherwise. He’s gotten away with it for a long time, mainly because his superiors are too scared to say anything so they cover for him.