Perhaps there was still traces of the Hunt in my blood, because I really, really wanted to kill something.
Harry hadn't even mentioned it, but I'd talked it out of the doctor that he'd been tortured. He'd been all but eviscerated with a hook knife, and it was done slowly.
On second thought, I'd probably want to kill something even without the Hunt's influence.
The next time I saw him, I said abruptly, "Tell me they're dead."
He frowned, slightly confused. "Not sure who you're talking about," he said, "But yeah. They're all dead."
Damn.
Now I couldn't kill anything.