Page 83 of Protected By Her Mate

He lifts his head from Lennox’s shoulder and looks blearily around. “Cool!”

Lennox knocks on Captain Charlamagne’s office door and we’re welcomed inside.

“We brought my son, Luke,” I explain as Charlamagne raises his eyebrows in surprise. “I hope it’s okay.”

“Of course. You couldn’t leave him after what he went through,” he replies as I mentally put him on the list of people I buy Christmas presents for. “Come over here,” he says gruffly to Luke. “I’ll show you where my grandkids keep their stuff when they come to visit their pops.”

After Luke is settled on the floor, surrounded by toys he’s never played with, a juice box on the coffee table next to him, the three of us step outside the office.

Charlamagne drops his grandfatherly expression and scowls at Lennox. “You didn’t tell me your DC friend is a witch.”

Lennox’s lip quirks but his expression remains serious. “You told me you didn’t believe witches exist. What was I supposed to tell you?”

The captain looks spooked as he glances down the hall. “I’m a believer now.”

Lennox nods his satisfaction. “Good, that means she’s done what I brought her here to do.”

“I’ll stay with Luke while you two talk to her, see what she’s found out,” Charlamagne says. “She wouldn’t tell me much. Insisted on speaking to you directly. She’s waiting for you in Commissioner Holinshed’s office.” He reenters his office and I catch a glimpse of him kneeling on the floor next to Luke as we make our way to the office he indicated.

Lennox knocks, opens the door, and holds it for me to step inside. As Sherilyn Asher stands, I gasp, then try to cover it with a cough. The woman is nearly as tall as Lennox and he’s 6’5”.She’s a giant!I’m so glad I manage to keep the rude thought inside my head, though Lennox is able to hear it.

Only part giant.

I glance at him and realize he’s being serious.There’s such thing as giants?

Only their descendants. The giants were hunted to extinction during the Human-Shifter war. Once the war was over, magical folk allowed the humans to believe every drop of giant blood had been eradicated in order to protect the giant’s hybrid descendants. Sherilyn is one of them.

Sherrilyn is a stunning woman. Tall and curvy with long straight brown hair. She’s wearing a pair of tight black jeans with a splashy floral button up shirt. The most notable thing about her besides her height is her eyes. The black of her pupils is stark against her milky-coloured crystal orbs. I’ve only seen the effect done with contacts, but I suspect her eyes are real.

Quite so, Lennox replies silently.

Sherilyn looks between us. “So the rumours in the Shadow Realm are true. Lennox Wolven-North has found his mate.” Her eyes drift over both of us. “It’s too bad about the curse.”

I glance at Lennox, peppering him with questions.How does this woman know so much about us? Does everyone in the magical world know about the curse? How did her eyes get that way? How does a witch get a job with the FBI?

He doesn’t answer, instead speaking to Sherilyn. “You have something for us?”

“Obviously,” she snaps, tapping long glittery purple nails against the desk. “You requested my presence knowing I produce results.”

“Indeed,” Lennox agrees mildly, but I can feel his mind sharpening as though he’s on the hunt. “Tell us what you found.”

She nods at the chairs in front of the desk and Lennox pulls one out for me before taking the other.

“I will start by saying that this was a disappointing task. None of your suspects put up even a smidge of fight. Every single one let me roll them until there was nothing left to hide. Such a waste of my talents.” She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head.

“Humans,” Lennox notes.

“Humans,” she agrees. “You should’ve cracked them the old-fashioned way instead of wasting my time on this.”

“Sadly, mauling is no longer legal.”

“Hey.” I’m offended for my species. “What exactly did you do to them?”

For the first time, Sherilyn’s bland expression cracks and a satisfied smile curves her lips. “I simply asked them to tell me the truth.”

“And they did?” I ask skeptically, glancing at Lennox.

“Everyone tells Sherilyn the truth,” he explains. “She’s a soothsayer by blood with an incredible talent for divination.”

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