I pull up the microphone to say, “Ask her simple questions. You need to be using foreplay instead of going in for the kill.”
I see him reach up and pull the earpiece out before putting it in his pocket. Apparently he doesn’t want my advice - or my voice inside his head.
Her laughter only continues, and she refuses to look at him anymore. I roll my eyes when he undoes his shirt to try and seduce her.
“I’m sure we could work out an arrangement where you and I got to work together,” he smolders out.
She bursts out laughing, and I have to stifle my own grin as he scoops up his wounded ego and barges out of the room. He rejoins us, and his eyes refuse to meet mine.
“I told you… foreplay,” I scold, though it wouldn’t do him any good. “Can I try my hand now?” I ask to Clay.
“Yeah, just-”
“Actually, I’ve got this. Maybe her taste in men strays to hybrids,” Hale says in interruption, and Clay tilts his head curiously as Hale flings the door open and charges into room holding the woman he’s not going to crack.
Fine. Humiliate yourself as well.
“You two are just making it harder for me to interrogate her. I’ll have to clean up this mess before I can even start,” I say to where I know he can hear me through the glass.
Our hybrid hearing offers us that edge over the full bloods, but he just ignores me. At least he can’t force me out of his ear. Brazen rolls his eyes and refuses to make any eye contact with me at all just as Hale had.
Bitches.
“We’ve got you for blood running right now. You were caught in possession of unfiltered, undiluted blood with the origins of a dead host. It’s a rather vicious offense, but I might be able to persuade the commander to show leniency if you give me something worth while,” Hale says too formally.
“Not going to happen. She hates the United - per the tattoo on her damn arm with the United crest marked through with an X,” I say to the hybrid scowling on the other side of the glass.
“I really don’t give a fuck about your commander.”
“Told you,” I retort, and Hale cracks his neck from side to side to show his agitation for me and her.
“I don’t think you understand what I can do. I’m gifted,” he gloats while pulling his shirt off to reveal his tattoo as proof of his abilities.
So stupid.
“So?” she laughs out.
“So, this can be divine, or it can be hell in which you pray for divine intervention.”
Her eyes narrow as she leans over, and she pulls up her shirt to reveal several scars which should have healed with blood.
“This is from a gifted hybrid too. I was on the wrong end of a hybrid who went savage a while back. I didn’t know what it was at the time, and needless to say, it wasn’t too pretty when they got finished. Do your fucking worst,” she dares.
“That was a strong hybrid to leave behind scars. It’s almost unheard of,” I interject.
“Did the hybrid you saw look anything like me?” Hale muses.
“No, she was much prettier,” she chuckles out, and Hale rolls his eyes.
“You act as though you have no interest in any part of my body, but I can assure you there isn’t a part I don’t know how to use,” he seduces, and I swallow hard.
I would fold right now.
“I have no interest in getting fucked by you or the full blood you sent in here first,” she boldly rejects, and Hale growls as he jerks the door open.
“She’s pointless,” he gripes the moment he walks back in.
“I’ll prove you wrong on that theory,” I murmur while standing up and pulling out my bag.
