Fang & Metal: A Vampire, Fated Mates, Science Fiction Detective Novel (Vampire Detective Midnight Book 4) by JC Andrijeski

Author:JC Andrijeski [Andrijeski, JC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: White Sun Press
Published: 2020-05-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Bad Man

She didn’t lower her eyes after she spoke.

When she didn’t say anything more, didn’t tell him shit about what that fucker said to her, Nick stepped deeper into the space between her legs, catching hold of her hips. He yanked her flush with him, frowning down into her face, which was now only an inch from his.

He focused on her eyes, on the humor there.

He focused on the line of her jaw, the curve of her neck.

He wanted to pull at the dress again.

He wanted to yank it off her shoulders.

“Well?” he growled softly. “Are you going to tell me anything? Or are you just going to smirk at me… making me want to handcuff you to this goddamned desk?”

Her smile slid wider.

“He said he’ll handle it.” Her lips twitched humorously.

“He’ll handle it?” Nick said, frowning. “What the fuck does that mean? Is he going to cancel the banquet? Or not?”

She continued to study his eyes. “He didn’t tell me that, Nick.”

Nick scowled. “So? Are you going to pretend you didn’t read him?”

She blinked, then laughed, pushing at his chest.

“Wynter.” His voice went back to gruff when she coiled her legs around him, pulling him closer. “Do I have to go back to New York, or not?”

Her eyes hardened, losing their humor abruptly.

“You’re not going back to New York, Nick. I already said that.”

When he averted his gaze, she gripped his arms in her hands, yanking him closer.

“Did you think I was kidding?” she said, sharper. “Mal brought you up here because he painted something that suggested you were going to die if you were at that banquet. Did you seriously think I was going to let you leave, given that?”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Wynter. I’m a cop⏤”

“⏤A cop who would never let me go to something like that in a million years,” she cut in. “Nick. Are you serious, right now? You’re not going. Even Jordie said you should stay up here. He more or less ordered you to stay.”

“Because of a damned painting?”

“When have Mal’s paintings ever been wrong?”

Remembering his conversation with the prescient seer, when Malek more or less asked Nick the same question, Nick scowled.

“You’re bossy,” he informed her, his voice back to gruff.

“So’re you,” she retorted. “And I thought we talked about this, Nick. You brought it up, as I recall. You made this particular rule. We both get a vote. Right? Didn’t you say that? You said you wanted a vote before I did something crazy, something that definitely put my life in danger. You also said the veto-vote-thing was mutual.”

Nick felt his fangs extend, even as he hardened his jaw.

“We were talking, Wynter,” he said. “Post-fucking talking, as I recall. I was feeling over-protective. I didn’t mean I would actually impede your free will.” He met her gaze, focusing on those blue-green, jewel-colored eyes. “…or your ability to do your job.”

“I’m a school principal. It’s not exactly the same.”

“Exactly,” he growled. “You can’t protect me from my job, Wynter. It’s part of dating a cop.

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