“A cemetery behind the airport,” her father admitted. “My men have trailed her going there multiple times.” Tristan straightened, throwing away the hand, turning to leave. “Is she your weakness, Predator?” her father’s voice stopped him cold in his tracks. Her father, evidently the stupidest man on the planet, goaded Tristan instead of letting him go. “After so many years, I would’ve thought she would be the last person you would look for.” Tristan turned, raising an eyebrow, his hands relaxed by his sides. “You know you’re risking war, don’t you?” Tristan chuckled, without mirth.
