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)
“What else does my natural shield do?” I asked him.
“Most vampires won’t be able to mind control you. I could, but I wouldn’t,” he explained.
My brows went up.
“You could?”
He nodded. “Only Master Vampires can.”
“What makes a Master Vampire any more special than just your old regular Joe Vampires?”
He leaned back in his chair.
“Simply put? Time, power, and will,” he answered like he’d just given me the answer to all my questions.
I rolled my eyes.
“That’s so helpful,” I told him.
He winked. “That’s all you’re going to get until I feel like you’re worthy of more.”
Ouch.
But I couldn’t blame him.
His people were still getting slain, persecuted, and generally mistreated left and right. I wouldn’t tell me either had the situation been reversed.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
His fingers steepled, and I wanted to walk over to him. Throw myself in his arms and work my fingers through his hair.
“I’m about as okay as I can be, I suppose. Chen had worked for me for over eleven years. His father had worked for me before that. I feel like I just lost a child.”
I blinked.
He didn’t look like he’d just lost a child. He looked calm, cool, and composed, but I’d seen how that last phone call had rattled him.
Looks were deceiving.
I realized that moments later when he stood, walked to the door, and ordered me to stay where I was.
He then pressed a button and walked out into the office beyond, shutting the door behind him as he went.
The glass that was looking out into the office dimmed, but didn’t frost over completely.
And I saw why moments later when police officers burst through the door dressed in full SWAT gear.
How had they gotten here so fast? And why were they here when they had no evidence?
Something shifted in the air behind me, and I gasped, turning around to find Pavlov and Abraham standing at my back, arms crossed, as they watched the proceedings.
“Your milk,” Pavlov said, his accent getting thicker and darker.
I looked down to see my chocolate milk sitting on the side table next to my chair, and my brows furrowed.
“How…”
“Con,” Pavlov answered. “Shh.”
Abraham pressed something on the desk and I could hear sound coming from the speakers around me.
“Mr. Constantine Worth, we’re here to ask you a few questions.”
That was my brother, Corbin.
What the ever-loving hell?
“Then why the show of force?” Constantine asked, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “If you’re just here to ask questions?”
The muscles in his biceps bulged as the confines of his dress shirt rippled.
The man was freakin’ beautiful. Shirtless. Three-piece suit. Bare-chested. Whatever Constantine deigned to wear, he was gorgeous.
“It is state protocol to have backup when dealing with dangerous beings,” Corbin bit out.
He looked like he’d rather chop off his hand than to have all those men at his back. I knew he didn’t want them there, but he was the chief of police. Sometimes what you wanted was overruled by higher powers.
My brother was more of a loner. He didn’t like being chief of police. He didn’t like not being on the streets doing what he loved.
He didn’t like much of anything really, but he was good at following orders. Even if those orders fucked him over in the end.
“Interesting,” Constantine murmured. “What can I help you with?”
Corbin crossed his arms over his chest and then glared at a few men who were fidgeting a little too much under Constantine’s angry stare.
“Where were you between the hours of eleven p.m. last night and one a.m. this morning?” he asked.
“I left the banquet at the High Horse at eleven thirty-four p.m. I arrived at my office building at precisely eleven forty-nine. From there, I went into my office. I can have my video feed pulled. It’ll clearly show that I arrived and haven’t left.”
You forgot to tell him that you can teleport.
Constantine turned and looked at me through the glass.
Was that a lip twitch?
Damn, that was sexy.
“Thank you. That’ll be super,” Corbin grumbled, sounding a little ticked off.
“Pauline,” Constantine called to his secretary. “Please offer any and all cooperation with Police Chief Powell regarding the video feeds of cameras one, two, three, and four.”
Pauline nodded regally like the badass she was, and I held my breath as Constantine turned to leave.
The breath left me in a whoosh as Constantine turned and walked away as every single man in the room watched him go.
“Wooo!” I jumped up and down. “Take that, Corbin the Cooter!”
Both men at my sides looked at me like I was crazy, and likely would’ve questioned me about it had Constantine not come in moments after that with a small smirk on his face.
“Corbin the Cooter?” he asked. “Really?”
I shrugged. “There’s a story there.”
I was sure he was going to demand to hear it, but Pavlov’s words stopped me from explaining.
“Do you want me to go get him and bring him here?”