The guy looks at me like I’m one sandwich short of a picnic basket and says, “Of course he is. You’ve seen his rap sheet, he’s not someone you want to mess with under any circumstances. If I’m being honest with you, the onlyreason why you were let in to speak to him was because the order came from Ty.”
“He’s in isolation?” Doc asks, an edge to his voice that says he’s not happy about it.
The guard nods, “It’s for everyone’s safety. I will leave you to it, as Ty requested. We are all on standby for when you need us.”
With that parting statement, he turns on his heel and walks back down the corridor, disappearing through the various security doors that we had to go through to get here.
“When we need them?” I ask, unreasonably pissed.
I’m so mad that I just open the door and storm into the interrogation room, the door slamming closed behind me.
“Do you know that the fucker just said when I need help?” I ask a wide-eyed looking Dimitri, “Like I’m some delicate little woman that can’t take care of myself?”
“I think maybe it’s because I’m considered such a threat, Love,” Dimitri replies.
I scoff, “Oh, please, you wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Besides, I know you better than I know my own ass.” I pause, “Although to be fair, I did recently learn something new about my ass, so maybe that’s not a fair comparison. It’s also been a long time, so maybe I don’t know you at all, but still!” I throw my hands up in the air, “When I need help, who the fuck does he think he is. I’ve a good mind to put him in isolation and see how well he fucking copes with it.”
“Are you mad for me?” Dimitri asks incredulously.
“Yes!” I exclaim like it’s a no-brainer. Then everything catches up with me, and I narrow my eyes, “Wait, I’m pissed at you.”
Dimitri’s smile drops, and he nods.
He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t try to defend himself, he just sits there and watches me like he’s terrified of me, and that hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.
He would never have behaved like this in recent years. He wouldn’t have just sat there while I came in ranting, raving, and quite frankly rambling about absolute shit.
He would have become really fucking nasty.
Already I’m treating him as he was, and not as he has been, and I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not.
My mouth snaps closed as I study him for the first time in a long time.
I see him, not the memories, not the nasty. I see my Dimitri.
His hair is such a dark red that it looks black under most lights. Black eyes with a dark red ring right around the middle that expands outwards on those rare occasions that he calls on his hellhound watch me closely, cautiously. He’s huge, bigger than Coen, bigger than even Reed, and wider too. He towers over me and, quite frankly, makes me feel delicate.
His presence is intimidating enough that it can suck the air out of a room, and I have actually seen many weaker supernaturals have to leave a space because of him, and that’s with most of his power hidden.
Seeing him is like a punch to the gut.
My heart stops.
Everything comes flooding back and rushes through me with a force that leaves me breathless.
I force myself to think about something else, my thoughts don’t stray far as my eyes stay glued to him.
Dimitri has the best control of any supernatural that I know, simply because he has to keep what he really is hidden. That means that when he gets extremely angry, when he’s under threat, or when he experiences a greatamount of pain or an extremely strong emotion, he can’t let any sign of who he really is show.
Unlike River, whose eyes flash to his kitsune, or Coen, whose claws extend occasionally, or even Van, whose scales ripple across his exposed skin in certain situations, Dimitri can’t and doesn’t do that.
Which would shock a lot of people if they knew, because he’s so incredibly strong and feared as he is. With his power exposed, it would be immense, I have only ever felt a fraction of it, and it easily matches the guys when they release their true strength, which again I feel like I’ve only really seen a glimpse of.
“Love?” Dimitri’s voice is quiet, cautious. His eyes are intently studying me, seeing every micro expression that I make, just like usual.
I tense at the nickname, even though he used it earlier while I was ranting at him.
It’s the one that both he and Coen use for me, and I fucking love it, but it’s been a very long time since it’s been on Dimitri’s lips.
