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)
“I told you,” she said. “You could’ve just listened to me. I would’ve read the entire thing word for word.”
I didn’t reply, too busy reading about Constantine’s office blowing up to care what she had to say.
It was true! His office had been hit not long after I’d gotten my brother to release him.
“It says police were refused entrance,” I read to my friend. “Do you think that was because they treat them so badly?”
“Yes,” she answered instantly. “They’re just as likely to do more damage than they are to help anyone.”
“The majority of Constantine’s employees are undead,” I informed her. “Likely they wouldn’t have cared, even if there had been humans there. They’re of the mind that they made their bed, now they have to lie in it.”
“No paramedics or firefighters showed. Only the police, and that was only due to a noise complaint of the fire alarms going off. They likely wouldn’t have shown at all if it hadn’t had been for that.”
I agreed.
The prejudice against the undead was freakin’ outrageous.
The general population didn’t even give them a chance, then went out of their way to make them feel unwelcome.
Such as setting their buildings on fire and planting bombs.
I just hoped that nothing happened to Constantine while he was there… if he was there. My hope was that he went directly home and didn’t stop at his office.
• • •
And it continued to bug me through my workday.
“You seem distracted,” my partner observed.
I was.
Really.
“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” I informed Grady. “I try to get shit done, and it is clear that it’s not going to happen.”
I’d been working on filing case notes for the last two hours, and I’d gotten only about a quarter of it done in the same amount of time than I usually did all of my notes.
“You have moon eyes,” Grady said. “Who are you thinking about? That vampire?”
I shot him a look. “How did you hear about him?”
“The whole department is talking about him,” he said. “I overheard it being talked about over lunch.”
It being the near-rape of my person, and a vampire saving me. Oh, and killing the man that had done it. Yeah, that it.
Constantine had just snapped his neck like he was breaking a toothpick in half. Crack.
I sighed.
“These bitches really can’t find anything else to talk about,” I grumbled.
“Your brother’s been on a freakin’ reign of terror, too,” Grady explained.
Grady had a crush on my brother, and Corbin was ignoring it.
However, I stayed out of my brothers’ love lives. If they wanted to fuck them up, who was I to say that they couldn’t?
Nash, however, was a lot better at relationships than Corbin was. Corbin was that man that tried to act all big, burly, and manly while also trying not to act like he was the bisexual man we all really knew he was. He flirted relentlessly with anything with legs, and it was obvious that people didn’t know what to think of him.
For some reason he thought that he had to be a certain person or no one would take him seriously as the chief of police for Austin, Texas. And he’d had this mindset for years now, denying what we all knew in our hearts that he was.
But that was another thing that I tried not to get into with him.
Not because I hadn’t wanted to, but because each time I’d tried to broach that subject, he’d nearly bitten my head off.
“Earth to Acadia.” Grady snapped his fingers at me.
I started, my heart rate speeding, and blew out a nervous breath.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I’m jumpy.”
“You have a good reason to be,” he admitted. “Why don’t you just go? Your brother never expected you to be here, anyway.”
That was true. When I’d shown up at work, he’d taken one look at me and ordered me to go home. But I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t sleep when I was there by myself. The memories of last night were on replay, and they weren’t the good memories of Con snapping the man’s neck, but of that man’s hot, fetid breath on my neck as he rubbed his nasty cock on the apex of my thighs.
I shuddered, this time taking my brother’s and Grady’s opinion. “I’m going home.”
Well, not my home anyway.
Constantine’s home.
I just had to figure out a way to get over a fence…
CHAPTER 8
It’s not every day you see a woman’s ass pressed up against the camera and you don’t have to pay for it.
-Constantine as he watches Acadia scale his fence
CONSTANTINE
My eyes snapped open as I had the feeling that someone was where they shouldn’t be.
Something wasn’t right.
An internal alarm went off in my head, and I rose silently from my bed, walking through the near darkness to the bedroom door and waited.
It didn’t take long.