Basil (The Brinnswick Chronicles #3) - Michele Notaro Page 0,124

to name the one on the right. They’d introduced themselves when they’d walked into the room, but I honestly forgot their names ten seconds after the fact. Plus, I liked my names better: Agent Asshole and Agent Dick. Fitting.

“You brought Jasmyn in?” I asked as Blaze tucked his head farther into my collar. He’d been sleeping on my shoulder the entire time. He must’ve been the laziest dragon in existence, but I could admit I appreciated him bein’ in here with me.

Agent Dick said, “Yes. Her prints brought up a few warrants from down south, so we’ll be holding her for a while.”

I groaned internally. The last thing I wanted to do was get Jasmyn in trouble.

“If she confirmed it, why am I still here?” I asked.

“We’re waiting on confirmation from a reliable source for your alibis,” Agent Asshole said. “So far, we’ve confirmed everything you’ve told us, so I’m sure you’ll be released soon.” Asshole was my new favorite agent.

Basil interrupted my interrogation by speaking telepathically. I spoke to Petunia Crane myself and told her that we weren’t even in this fucking realm when the last murder happened. He was pissed.

Told her or just yelled it at her?

I fucking yelled it at her and may have called her a few names.

I sighed, but there was no use in complaining since he’d already done it. Hopefully that’ll help.

She said they still have to confirm it with someone else, which is bullshit. I’ve been working here for over three years, I fought alongside her in the fucking war, helped end the fucking war, the least she could do is show me a little respect. I’ve never lied to her or Alec.

My gaze shot up to the flickerin’ lights on the ceiling, and I realized Bas was pissed enough that his magic was out of control, and I muttered, “Oh shit.” Through our link, I said, Take a deep breath, love. You’re gonna bring the whole building down if you don’t calm yourself.

Basil ignored me, and I could feel his magic everywhere even though we weren’t in the same room.

I pushed my affection for him through our link and said, Basil Draven Ellwood, calm the fuck down.

That got his attention. You know my middle name?

A snort spilled out of me at the absurdity of his question. I ignored that strange looks from Asshole and Dick, and said to my viramore, Yeah, shadow boy, I do. Now rein it in before you level the building, yeah?

I could feel him taking calming breaths.

Don’t be stupid, Basil, this isn’t a fight you need to take on.

I’m not stupid.

Then don’t act like it. Chill out before someone gets hurt.

He started pulling his magic back inside himself and murmured, I hate you.

No, you don’t.

Apparently soon meant something entirely different to Agent Asshole than it did to me because I wasn’t let go for another two hours. But finally, I was free.

When I walked out of the interrogation room, I stopped short when I saw my viramore standing there. His ass was leaning against a desk, his arms were crossed over his chest, and he was still fuming, but at least he was keeping his magic under control.

Once I was within hearing distance, he called over, “Rasha’s spending the night with Niya. Seb and Ailin are home with her.” He sounded pissed when he spoke again. “You know how we never figured out how we kept getting put on the same cases?”

“Yeah, ‘course.”

“Apparently, an agent here has been feeding your handler my cases for months.”

“Why the hell would someone do that?”

Bas sighed. “He hates my brother—Ailin, that is—and he wanted to mess with our family.”

I came over and leaned against the desk beside him. “That’s real shitty.”

“Yeah.”

I bumped his shoulder with my arm. After a few seconds, I said, “At least it brought us together, yeah?”

He took a deep breath, and his whole body seemed to release tension. “Yeah, true.”

“Come on, shadow boy, let’s get out of here before Agents Asshole and Dick decide to ask me more questions.”

He snorted and pushed off the desk with me beside him. “You up for finding out who the hell set you up today, dimples?”

“Hell yeah.”

He smirked and walked through the front doors. “Your handler got the tip thirty-five minutes before an anonymous call was made to the BCA to say someone was murdering a girl on the baseball field.”

“So they waited for me to show up before they tipped the agency.” He nodded as he hopped into the driver’s seat,