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“What is it?” Paxton asked, his eyes searching all of ours.
Braden sighed. “Scar’s back, and he wants revenge.”
The second Paxton heard the name Scar, his eyes flashed wide open. “Son of a bitch,” he growled. “Who is he after?”
I stepped forward. “Me. And I don’t want my dad to know.”
The air around Paxton darkened. “He’s going to kill me if he finds out I kept this from him.”
Carter took my hand in his but kept his eyes on Paxton. “I’m not going to let anything happen to her. We just need to know what we’re up against.”
Hanging his head, Paxton let out an angry sigh. “Scar knows a lot of people.” He focused on us again. “I’m talking the scum of the earth, celebrities, government officials, as well as the mafia. That’s where most of his ties are.”
“The mafia?” I gasped.
Paxton nodded. “They’re good at getting rid of the bodies.”
Chills pierced down my spine. “I met the new Reaper. He’s the guy who approached me.”
Paxton stepped in front of me, concern etched across his face. “Be careful, Emma. If he has that name, I know what he’s done to get it.” His focus averted to Carter. “Whatever you do, don’t underestimate Scar. When he wants something, he doesn’t go straight for it; he plays games. There is always a bigger scheme.”
I had a feeling we’d find out what that bigger scheme was tomorrow when we came face to face with Scar. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and peered up at Carter. He seemed confident in his determined green gaze.
“We’ll be okay,” he assured me. “We’re going to find a way out of this.”
I sure as hell hope so.