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Authors: Selena Illyria
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direction. Carissa collapsed on her bed, without bothering to pull the sheets and covers up over her. She fell asleep with a small, sleepy smile on her face. All because of Brent.
Chapter Seven
Brent’s hands shook on the steering wheel as he wound through the streets at night. Even at half past midnight, there were still parties and revelers in the streets. It was Beltane, but it felt like New Year’s.
A sudden shudder quaked through his body and he blew out a breath. His heart tripped before kicking into overdrive. He pulled over to the side of the road as dizziness pulled at his brain, skewering his thoughts. It took a lot of strength just to swallow. A tap on his window grabbed his attention. He tapped around the arm rest, unable to control his fingers properly. When he found the button, he barely had enough energy just to push and hold it down.
A bright light shone into the cabin and he blinked a few times before squinting out at the bent figure of a Police Officer.
“Everything okay?” the man asked. Concern filled his hazel eyes. A breeze through the window brought with it the scent of pine and earth. Werewolf. Brent’s dragon bristled at this shifter. A possible competitor for Carissa. A growl burbled up in his throat, but he quickly squashed it. He didn’t want to have to call Tor or Fletch for bail.
Brent swallowed again and tried to figure out what to say. Rather than lie he went for the truth, telling the officer that he was just tired after an extra-long shift.
The officer nodded. “I don’t smell any alcohol on your breath, but you do look exhausted. How about I follow you home to make sure you get there okay? How far are we?”
Brent looked out the front window. “We’re only a few yards from the street, five houses down.”
The officer stood up and removed the light.
“Okay, fine. I’ll be close behind. Go slow. Oh, and I’m Officer Peters.” The policeman moved away.
Any threat he’d felt from the man was gone once he’d left his vicinity. “Calm the hell down , ” he hissed at his dragon.
The creature just blinked at him. “We’re still not properly mated to her , ” it said.
Brent ignored it. He doubted that Carissa would want to be with him if he got arrested for assaulting an officer, all because he’d been freaked out about a possible competitor. It was clear that she was interested in Brent, but why wasn’t she mated to anyone else? Carissa was a beautiful woman; surely any unmated man with a brain and eyes would want to be with her.
He shrugged off the whys, hit his blinker and merged into the late night traffic. The slight dizziness had faded but there was a light fog around his thoughts. He managed to turn down his street and get home without incident. Once he was out of the car, he gave a nod to the police cruiser before unlocking the side door to his house and going inside.
The silence in the house was soothing. It allowed him to take an inventory of his feelings and his sense of self. He put his keys into his cubby near the door and placed his messenger bag on his hook. Then he walked through the dark kitchen without turning on any lights. He opened up the fridge and took out a bottle of water. He took a swig and his head began to clear. His thoughts turned to the events of that evening, to Carissa.
The whole night had been a disaster in his mind. Those brief interludes with Carissa had only whetted his appetite for more time with her. A headache began to pound right over his right eye and his neck felt stiff. He rolled his head back and forth, but it only increased the ache. He needed a hot shower and a way to relieve the tension that didn’t involve hitting a heavy bag; that would only ramp up his negativity. He rushed upstairs, doffed his clothes, and stepped into his bathroom. Brent placed the bottle of water on the small sill over the sink and turned on the shower to let it heat up.
His muscles throbbed with overuse. His legs demanded a
Chapter Seven
Brent’s hands shook on the steering wheel as he wound through the streets at night. Even at half past midnight, there were still parties and revelers in the streets. It was Beltane, but it felt like New Year’s.
A sudden shudder quaked through his body and he blew out a breath. His heart tripped before kicking into overdrive. He pulled over to the side of the road as dizziness pulled at his brain, skewering his thoughts. It took a lot of strength just to swallow. A tap on his window grabbed his attention. He tapped around the arm rest, unable to control his fingers properly. When he found the button, he barely had enough energy just to push and hold it down.
A bright light shone into the cabin and he blinked a few times before squinting out at the bent figure of a Police Officer.
“Everything okay?” the man asked. Concern filled his hazel eyes. A breeze through the window brought with it the scent of pine and earth. Werewolf. Brent’s dragon bristled at this shifter. A possible competitor for Carissa. A growl burbled up in his throat, but he quickly squashed it. He didn’t want to have to call Tor or Fletch for bail.
Brent swallowed again and tried to figure out what to say. Rather than lie he went for the truth, telling the officer that he was just tired after an extra-long shift.
The officer nodded. “I don’t smell any alcohol on your breath, but you do look exhausted. How about I follow you home to make sure you get there okay? How far are we?”
Brent looked out the front window. “We’re only a few yards from the street, five houses down.”
The officer stood up and removed the light.
“Okay, fine. I’ll be close behind. Go slow. Oh, and I’m Officer Peters.” The policeman moved away.
Any threat he’d felt from the man was gone once he’d left his vicinity. “Calm the hell down , ” he hissed at his dragon.
The creature just blinked at him. “We’re still not properly mated to her , ” it said.
Brent ignored it. He doubted that Carissa would want to be with him if he got arrested for assaulting an officer, all because he’d been freaked out about a possible competitor. It was clear that she was interested in Brent, but why wasn’t she mated to anyone else? Carissa was a beautiful woman; surely any unmated man with a brain and eyes would want to be with her.
He shrugged off the whys, hit his blinker and merged into the late night traffic. The slight dizziness had faded but there was a light fog around his thoughts. He managed to turn down his street and get home without incident. Once he was out of the car, he gave a nod to the police cruiser before unlocking the side door to his house and going inside.
The silence in the house was soothing. It allowed him to take an inventory of his feelings and his sense of self. He put his keys into his cubby near the door and placed his messenger bag on his hook. Then he walked through the dark kitchen without turning on any lights. He opened up the fridge and took out a bottle of water. He took a swig and his head began to clear. His thoughts turned to the events of that evening, to Carissa.
The whole night had been a disaster in his mind. Those brief interludes with Carissa had only whetted his appetite for more time with her. A headache began to pound right over his right eye and his neck felt stiff. He rolled his head back and forth, but it only increased the ache. He needed a hot shower and a way to relieve the tension that didn’t involve hitting a heavy bag; that would only ramp up his negativity. He rushed upstairs, doffed his clothes, and stepped into his bathroom. Brent placed the bottle of water on the small sill over the sink and turned on the shower to let it heat up.
His muscles throbbed with overuse. His legs demanded a
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