How to Elude a Vampire (VRC Vampire Related Crimes #2) - Alice Winters Page 0,40
is trying to tell me that there might be more than one Claude with dark hair. “That fucker.”
“History?” Brooks asks.
“That’s being nice. And you say he tried… he tried…” I can’t even say the words. The very thought of what he might have said to my Finn makes me want to crush his very throat.
“To fuck him, yes.”
I growl again, realizing that I have to murder more people tonight than I once thought. I didn’t imagine this situation could get worse and here it is, as bad as it could possibly be.
“Is he a danger?” Brooks asks in concern.
“I’ll handle him,” I assure him. “I’ll do a fantastic job of handling him, I promise.”
“Good to know. If you need help, you know where to find me. Or just ask Karsyn. The moment he looked at Karsyn, Karsyn decided he’d murder him.”
I grin at the thought. I didn’t initially like Karsyn. Honestly, I thought he was an absolute dick. Which is saying a lot when he thinks I’m a dick. People generally don’t look at me fondly, because I don’t give much of a shit about them. They look at Karsyn with even less fondness because he’s snippy, reserved, and glares at just about everything that moves and even some things that don’t move. But somehow, Finn broke through that snippy attitude and showed me that Karsyn isn’t exactly the monster I’d assumed he was. Instead, he’s a little shy, reserved, and even occasionally nice—only when it comes to Finn. But the thought that Karsyn would be beside me as I tore apart Claude didn’t sound too shabby. He’s fast and deadly, even if he isn’t as old as me, so he could distract Claude as I came up from behind and—
“We’re ready for you,” a guard says. She waves us after her, so I dump the guts of my phone into my coat pocket and follow her, hand already healed.
She takes us into a room where one man is chained up waiting for us. This weak-looking asshole targeted what is mine? Doesn’t he realize that no one can touch my Finn?
Brooks sets a hand on my chest and I realize that I’m flashing my fangs like some feral animal. I take a deep breath and grab the back of my chair as I stare the man in the eyes. When the plastic cracks as I slide it out from under the table, I realize that maybe I’m a little more worked up about this than I originally thought.
“Mr. Wetzel, I’m Deputy Chief Brooks and I’d like to ask you some questions.”
The man scoffs. “I ain’t talking to your kind.”
I motion between us so I don’t accidentally use that hand to crush his skull. “Our kind? We’re all vampires here,” I growl.
“Fuck. You.”
Brooks spends a good five minutes trying to reason with him as my impatience escalates, and it’s nearly out of control by the time those five minutes are up. I don’t have Finn here to hold me back or talk me down by being all reasonable and smart. I growl as I switch the camera off and look over at the female guard. She catches my eyes and seems to understand what I want because she turns away.
I grab the man, cupping the back of his neck and driving his head down into the table hard enough I hear his nose break. It’ll heal within a minute, but he still feels the initial pain of it breaking.
“You made the fucking mistake of attacking my partner and now you’re going to answer the fucking questions. You see, I’m not as nice as the chief here and I will fucking make you wish you were dead if you refuse to tell me,” I whisper in his ear.
I can almost feel his fear because he understands my superiority. I’m older than him, therefore he should respect me. He’s chosen not to, which means I will show him exactly how far I’ll go to get some respect.
“Do you understand?” I growl.
He avoids my eyes, so I punch him hard enough his head is thrown back and he grunts.
“You touched what is mine. No one touches what is mine,” I snarl as I punch him again.
It takes three minutes. Three minutes to get the man to stop holding back and spill something I can use.
He shakes his head back and forth, blood coating his lips and nose even though his bones have already healed. “Please! Please! Stop!”