of desire she had back in the bar.
Can we focus, please? A voice in her head urged, and
she sighed. The truth was that, as much as she didn’t like it, she needed to
work with Cole in order to find Raina. Focusing attention on these sudden feelings that may or may not have been between them, wasn’t going to further that
goal. “We’re headed back to the precinct so I can have access to my files and
my desk while we work.”
Cole
frowned, gesturing to the building behind them. “You mean you don’t work here?”
Angela
shook her head. “This is the central precinct,” she explained. “I work at the
eastern precinct, over by the Golden Gate Bridge.”
Cole
raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of precincts for one city.”
“Yeah,
well there are a lot of supernaturals around here, too.” She cocked her head,
some of her ire fading away to curiosity. “I’d think as a mercenary you would
know more about this.”
Cole
shrugged. “I travel way too often to keep track of every police station and order
precinct around.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking off into the
distance at the Bay Bridge twinkling over the San Francisco Bay in the
darkness. The wind ruffled his curls, but somehow didn’t detract from his
rugged masculinity. The silvery moonlight shining down on him really brought
out the glow of his violet eyes, and made him look, well, otherworldly.
I
think the word you’re looking for is sexy, a playful voice purred in her
head.
Stop
that. Whether or not he’s sexy has absolutely nothing to do with anything.
You’ve got a job to do.
No,
not sexy. More like smoking Hot with a capital H. Yeah, that sounds about
right.
“Soooo… are you going to stand
there staring at me all night, or are we going back to your precinct?”
Angela
blushed furiously as she tore her gaze away from him, annoyed that she’d gotten
so caught up in her lust that she’d forgotten herself. She chalked it up to
needing to get laid in the worst way possible, and filed it away at the top of
her to-do-list of Things to Get Done Once I Rescue Raina.
“Let’s
go,” she said, turning away from him before she could embarrass herself
further. “I’ve got a motorcycle, so you can go ahead and follow me back to the
precinct as long as you can keep up.”
“That
sounds like a challenge,” Cole remarked, his lips curling up at the corners in
a way that was far too charming for his own good.
“It’s
a promise.” I don’t have any more time to fuck around , she decided as
the anxiety started to take hold again. She needed to find her partner before
something truly bad happened to her… and knowing her brother, they didn’t have
very long at all if she wanted to get Raina back whole and healthy again.
* * *
Raina
was shocked abruptly back to consciousness as someone dumped a bucket of icy
water over her head. Spluttering, she blinked open her eyes to find herself
chained hand and foot on a cot in a large concrete cell with no windows or
additional furnishings. Panic expanded her chest as she shot upright, a wild
scream from her vocal chords impending.
“Ah,
good. You’re finally awake.”
Choking
back the scream, Raina turned toward the doorway to find a male shifter
standing there, flanked by two other shifters who seemed to act as bodyguards.
“Who the hell are you?” she snapped, hating that her voice trembled.
Really,
what the hell kind of Protector was she that she was ready to fall apart at the
first sign of trouble?
“My
name is Garrison Hendricks,” the shifter