Oh please don’t fight on your first night here.
“Do you know how many hybrids are in Stringham Prison alone?” he asks Leon, his voice surprisingly casual.
“I don’t know… seventy, eighty maybe.”
“There are eight-five. Araya has put fifty two of them in there because she’s an officer of the United. Her arrests within the United are placed under an alias to keep her identity safe. If you continue to question her, I’ll consider it an attack on one of our officers with discriminatory intentions. Are you sure you want to continue your disrespectful attitude?” Brazen smugly cautions.
Oh damn. Now I’m swooning - knees buckling, mind fantasizing, and heart racing. Hmmm.
“I don’t know who the hell you are, but this is a Hershian interrogation, not a United one. In this room, right now, she’s a Hershian interrogator, not a United official. I won’t be disrespected either. I outrank her in this instance, and I refuse to be talked down to by… whoever you are.”
He’s my full blood, and I’ll rip you in half if you don’t watch your fucking tongue.
My eyes narrow as my gift seeps out, the walls creaking as the dull vibrations start to emerge, but Brazen’s hand grips mine to bring me out of my fiery frame of mind. The others just assume it’s a ground stutter from the uneven plates of this land, but Brazen knows how I get when people fuck with him. I almost see that smug twinge in his eyes, and it damn near makes me smirk.
Brazen’s cocky grin tilts up on one side as he pulls his shirt up to reveal the badge attached to his belt. Leon’s face ashes over to become a ghostly white. I have to stifle my laughter while covering my insuppressible grin with my hand.
“Captain Mordel. I’m also an official in the United. I thought I made that rather clear earlier. I suppose now you’ll do as your Hershian captain ordered and let Ms. Crush do her job. You might want to watch, listen, and learn.”
“Yes, Sir,” Leon snaps out with a graveling remorse replacing his smugness.
Brazen gives me a smirk, and he walks over to me while I study the young hybrid on the other side of the glass. His hand slides up my back before resting on my shoulder as he stares at the trembling boy with me.
This can’t be right. This boy couldn’t have hurt her.
“Nice people,” he mumbles.
“Everyone else is. You can’t have a perfect home,” I say distractedly.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“He’s a new hybrid. His eyes have recently changed. He wouldn’t be drawn to a full blood this early on. It’s our nature to crave the touch of our own kind in our early change. He wouldn’t have done this. Not to mention, he went for her jugular. He connected with the artery, and we both know that’s a messy choice. We all tend to lean toward small veins when it’s more about pleasure.”
“So why go for an artery?” he muses.
“No offense, but some full bloods prefer a hybrid to take blood from an artery because it’s not as erotic. They feel guilty for wanting our kind, and they want us enough to give in, but they want it to be over with quickly so they can try to forget it ever happened.”
“I’m aware of that, but I don’t feel that way. I want all the pleasure I can get out of it…. if you want to find a vein,” he murmurs against my ear, and then I hear all the uncomfortable throat clearings of the men behind us.
I stifle my goofy smile, and he sits back with a wolfish grin.
“Did someone catch the two of them?” I ask Leon.
“Yes. How did you know?”
“Because being caught could drive her guilt over the edge. Are they members here?”
“No. They were in the visitor’s section… in a public restroom.”
“The men’s or women’s?”
“The men’s,” he answer shakily when he sees where I’m going with this.
“Any idea why she would willingly go to the men’s restroom? He’s new to his strength, so I doubt he wrestled her in there considering she looks very mature in her change.”
“I didn’t ask her,” he grumbles.
“Where is she?”
