You should be scared.
“There he is,” he says more seriously, and I see a hulking man sitting in a corner booth in the dimly lit, alcohol drowned bar.
“At least I don’t have to worry about someone sniffing me out in here,” I say with disgust.
“Just let me try to talk to him first, but stay close,” he murmurs, and then he pulls me over as he slides into the booth to be in front of the man.
I stand just barely behind him, keeping my hybrid blue eyes lowered, and I begin sipping on a whiskey that has been left sitting for far too long. I need to kill my hybrid breath in a room full of drunken full bloods.
“Who the fuck are you?” the man snarls.
“Captain Brazen Mordel of the United,” Brazens asserts. “I need to ask you some questions about Salan. It has come to my attention you might have been in the area when it all fell apart, and I want to know everything you know,” he says very authoritatively, and it’s kind of hot.
I’ve never seen him at work because he’s a field officer with his own platoon. He’s so confident and poised. I never knew him this way, and I’m regretting going along as his partner.
“Go fuck yourself,” the man growls, and I smirk when it reminds me of how Hale would respond.
“It’s just a question. I don’t suspect you, but I will if you continue be uncooperative,” he threatens.
“You want to know what happened? It fucking went to dust in seconds. You happy? Now fuck off,” the belligerent man scoffs.
“If you don’t tell me what you saw, I’ll let her start asking the questions,” Brazen says with a smirk while his eyes point to me.
My eyes move from my full blood to the skulking man. He stares into my eyes, and then he shakes his head in disgusted disbelief.
“You would dare to bring that filth into our pure colony? You’re a fucking disgrace,” the full blood barks, and now all eyes are on me.
Brazen stands up and pulls out his United credentials to flash to the on-looking bar.
“This is United business. Everyone should leave, or deal with our wrath,” he threatens, and the drunken full bloods scurry out as though they’re scared.
Who the fuck is he?
“Now, where were we?” Brazen says while turning his gaze back to the man.
“I was telling you to leave me the fuck alone,” he says while spitting at my feet.
Big fucking mistake.
I smirk as the table in front of him rattles, and the man stares into my eyes again, fearlessness still clinging to his pale blues.
“Your parlor tricks do absolutely nothing to scare me, you piece of shit,” he growls out.
“I’ve got more than parlor tricks.”
I grin, and then he’s suddenly cowering as I walk over to him with my prowess daring to provoke him with fearless ambition.
The bigger they are, the harder I can make them cry.
“Just tell us what you saw, or I’ll make sure every full blood disowns you with the same disgust you’ve shown me,” I warn.
“I’m not scared of you,” he lies.
“I’m not trying to scare you, big boy. I’m going to make you fall in love,” I seduce, and then I sit down on the table to spread my legs as I lean over to him.
He’s so repulsed by his attraction to me, that he physically flinches when my leg almost touches his arm.
“You see, if I sink my teeth into your juicy flesh, you’re mine. We both know once you go hybrid you can’t go back. It’s divine to feel our power bursting inside of you like an erotic bomb exploding with more force than any other blood fuck you will ever feel. Everyone knows we don’t give a damn who we fuck, so it’s not exactly hard for me to make this promise. Then everyone will know you’re fucking a hybrid, and I’ll video the whole thing. I’ve got a sexy little hybrid symbol tattooed between my shoulder blades as proof of my breed just like every other gifted hybrid has.”
