Cuddling Sucks in Coffins (The Slayer's Reverse Harem Book 2) by Holly Ryan

Author:Holly Ryan [Ryan, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires
Publisher: Holly Ryan
Published: 2018-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Well, this was not what I’d planned at all.

I sat behind a graffitied table in a small interview room that reeked of sweat and desperation, some of which was mine. My body was rebelling against me because I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to be doing. Weird spasms twitched my nerves, my feet burned as if I’d slipped hot coals into my boots, and my stomach felt like I’d plunged forty knives into it and then drank a gallon of lemonade. Speaking of, I had to pee something awful. That bucket of coffee I’d had was now making me swim up to my eyeballs in yellow.

A one-way mirror hung on the wall to my right, and I avoided my reflection at all cost. The last time I’d looked, my complexion had gone white as death, and a sickly sheen of sweat made me look as if I’d greased myself in butter. Yellow, melted butter. I crossed my legs even tighter and willed myself not to piss the chair.

Finally, the door opened, and Detective Appelt walked in. He’d gotten rid of his oversized suit jacket and wore a button-up shirt that might’ve once been white. It was more of a grayish yellow, and a fresh pool of sweat stained the pits, visible when he moved his arm to pull out the chair across from me. The detective badge attached to his navy pants glinted in the harsh fluorescents.

“I have to go the bathroom,” I announced.

He sat across from me, his face blank, completely ignoring me. Bastard. He dropped a notebook on the table with a loud whack.

“Belle Harrison,” he said.

“Just Belle.” For crying out loud.

“Belle Harrison, what were you doing at the cemetery tonight?”

I took a long breath, staring at the black ink wedged underneath my fingernails from the fingerprints the police had taken. “My mom is buried there.”

“Natasha Harrison.”

I blanked myself of all emotion even though my insides were in a turmoil at the mere mention of her name. Her face before the cancer started eating her away flashed through my mind—her blue eyes even brighter than mine, her easy smile, her curly blonde hair that almost reached her waist. My whole world. In truth, I did visit her grave, just not during nightly patrols. Those parts of my life needed to be kept separate—emotions on one side and duty on the other. Though anymore, they were starting to blend quite a bit.

“Yet again, you chose to ignore the normal operating hours there. Do you think you’re special, Belle Harrison? That normal rules and laws don’t apply to you?” His dark eyes bore into mine, already judging even though he had no fucking clue.

I ground my teeth together. “No. I don’t think I’m special.” Burdened, more like.

“Did you know Tim McGrew, the cemetery grounds man?”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “He was a good man.” Who hadn’t deserved to die, especially the way he had.

“When is the last time you saw him?”

The night he’d died, bent over double as he scooped up his disemboweled organs.

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