Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Though, I wondered if this Tracy chick had that authority.
She didn’t know me from Adam. How did she know I was telling the truth?
I found myself in Con’s office, and it was just as boring as his actual office that I’d been to a lot over the past few days.
I was in his office for all of five minutes before the door opened and Con walked in.
He shut the door behind him and looked at where I was sitting behind his desk.
“Your chair is more comfortable,” I found myself saying.
He nodded as he gestured for the door. “Let’s go.”
I stood up, still feeling a bit woozy, but doing much better than I’d been earlier.
As we walked outside, Tracy looked at me with furrowed brows.
“She doesn’t like me very much,” I shared conversationally with the man beside me.
“I took your blood,” he answered. “She saw me take it, questioned me, and then I told her that it was none of her business what I did with it. And then she told me that if I didn’t want my fiancée donating blood, that I should tell her so before she wasted time and supplies.”
I blinked.
“You… what?”
He didn’t answer me, instead he gestured toward the door. “Let’s go. I’ll drive you home.”
“Why can’t I drive myself home?” I challenged.
“A, because you’re lightheaded and she took blood when you didn’t have it to give. Your hemoglobin was low, and she knew better than to take it.”
I didn’t have it to give?
“And B, because your car is now totaled because that dumbass human activist smashed into your car and desecrated it.”
I sat there in stunned silence, hoping he was kidding.
But he wasn’t.
Five minutes later as I surveyed the damage to my car, I realized that in no way, shape, or form was he kidding.
Fuck. This was going to be one of those totaled ‘it’s never going to be back to normal ever again’ times.
“Damn, shit. Hell, piss. Sucker cock.”
“I think you mean cock sucker,” my brother drawled.
I turned angry eyes toward Corbin.
“I can’t come into work today,” I shot at him. “And where the hell did you come from?”
His brows rose.
“I was here two minutes after that happened.” He gestured toward my car. “But I was over there questioning a few of the people that saw the accident.” He tilted his head slightly to the side. “You can go to work. You weren’t in the wreck. Your car was. I’ll have one of my boys drive you to where you need to be,” Corbin countered.
“I’m not taking that vamp fucker,” one of the officers replied under his breath.
My eyes widened, and I turned to stare at the two men that were on the other side of my car.
Did they think that I couldn’t hear them?
They were only on the other side of the car from me. Not across the parking lot.
But as I waited for my brother to react to the officer’s words, I realized that the guy had spoken so softly that my brother hadn’t heard. I’d just gotten a boost from Con’s blood—something I’d been benefiting from for about a week now.
Constantine, though, had heard.
And he was staring at the man that’d said it with death in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Constantine said, moving away from me and allowing me more room. “But I don’t think the chief heard you. Would you like to repeat it, or shall I?”
The cop didn’t repeat it. At least not until Constantine made him.
With one look, Con’s eyes flared bright blue for a long second, and then returned to normal.
The cop who’d spoken the words, however, wasn’t back to normal.
He was staring blankly at Constantine.
“Try one more time,” Constantine ordered the cop.
“I said I’m not going to give that vamp fucker” —he pointed to me blankly— “a ride in my cop car. I don’t want to catch the disease.”
“And what disease would that be?” Constantine growled.
“The disease that makes you stupid.”
I winced.
My brother, however, did not.
“Go home, boy. And when you get to the station, go ahead and pack up your things. Turn your keys in to the front desk. You’re no longer an employee of Austin Police Department.”
The officer looked at my brother like he’d lost his mind.
My brother’s eyes, however, were so angry that it didn’t take long for the man to catch on.
Constantine was so still that I worried he was about to do something stupid, but surprisingly enough, he let the man go.
We all watched as the man got into the cruiser, looked angrily at me and Constantine, and left.
“You should have made him ride back in the back while your sister drove,” Constantine drawled. “I’ll be happy to call him back here and force him to comply.”
My brother snorted.
“I would’ve loved to do that, but my job would be on the line.” He growled. “Every step I take is scrutinized. They question my ability to lead a department of forty police officers. They question my reasoning for my sister being my top forensic specialist, even though she’s over-qualified for the position, and half of the police officers hate me because they think I go too easy on the vamps.”