on the table is a photograph , and i take in a sharp gasp when i see the first name . when we 'd left , we 'd only come across a handful . i ask as peter leads us across the room . his hair is dark and his skin is golden , and he has a delicious accent . ion slowly turned his head to look at her . blood flowed freely , staining the cloth of his white shirt . `` hunter 's busy someplace else , silk , and stop trying to find out who hunter is . '' 