Page 13 of Dragon's Desire

She didn't think it was time. She knew it was time, but she'd learned how to work Liam. Come on too strong, and he felt like you were trying to boss him around, and he'd get defensive. But she also used I and not we intentionally. She was sure bringing a witch hunter along with her wouldn't help much.

"Alright," Liam said. "You two get on it."

Two. You two. Damn it.

"Sir, I don't know if it's a good idea for him to back me up."

She did know. It was a bad idea.

"Oh, Agent Carrier, you wound me," Peter said, holding his hands over his heart like he'd been shot.

Liam ignored him and continued, "I know he's not your favorite person, but you two have to learn to work together on this."

"Sir, it's not that." Or not just that, she thought. "But I don't think bringing a witch hunter into a coven is going to make people very talkative. It might be better if it were just me on this one."

"I'm not going to let you go in there without backup. Legermain could show up at any moment." Liam's tone was final.

Any more argument from her, and he might just take her off the case. Granted, that would mean leaving the lecherous Peter Winthrop behind, but it also could damage her career.

So instead, she just stood up straight and said, "Yes, Sir. Let's get moving then." She didn't wait for Peter to follow. And yet, somehow, he ended up in front of her and in the driver's seat of the patrol car. She was already worn out and wasn't going to bother arguing.

Though, after just five minutes, she wished she had. Peter even drove like an asshole. She couldn't believe that even in fantasy, even in a dominating fantasy, she thought about fucking him. But each time she thought about not wanting to have sex with him, it did make her wonder what it would be like. Hate sex could be hot, right?

They arrived at the coven meeting place, an extension in the back of an occult store. Peter got out and started walking to the door. She tried to enter first, but he wouldn't give her any space to move past him. She knew it was a mistake for him to go first, but she also knew it was inevitable. When she walked in behind him, she could feel it in the air.

It wasn't magic, though there was plenty of that around. But even over the slight buzz that came from witches gathering in one place, there was a tension that felt like a crackling in the air. The coven looked a Peter like he was going exactly like she knew they would.

He was the enemy. There was no chance they were going to talk at all with him in the room. Or they would talk, just not in any way that was useful to her investigation.

"Get the fuck out of here," said a tall blonde woman sitting at a desk. "You have no business being here. We have done nothing to invite a witch hunter into our store."

"Oh, this is a store?" Peter said, his tone mocking. "All I see is a den of witches probably hiding a suspect in an ongoing investigation."

For Kiercy, it was like watching a train wreck. There was nothing she could do to stop this.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" said a burly-looking guy who had a few inches on Peter as he stepped from some bookshelves. He walked until he was in between Peter and the desk. The guy looked like he could snap a man Peter's size in half without breaking a sweat.

Peter didn't seem to care.

"Legermain. Where is he?"

"He's gone. We haven't seen him in weeks," said the woman behind the desk. Though she was completely hidden behind the large man.

"Oh, isn't that convenient," Peter said, never taking his eyes off the guy in front of him. "A member of your coven just disappears, and you say nothing."

The large man laughed, "It's a coven, not a nursery. Members are allowed to come and go as they please."

"Well, then why the fuck don't you just go then and let me talk to the pretty little witch bitch behind you."

"You better watch your tongue, witch hunter. You insult the matron one more time, and I'll rip it out of your mouth."

"Isn't human tongue used in a virility spell if I recall? Troubles getting it up, big guy?"

The man took a step forward, and so did Peter until they were almost chest to chest.

"Oh, no. That's witch hunter kidneys. You looking to donate. I'm sure it'd sell out real quick upfront. I didn't have any trouble getting it up fucking your whore mother last night."

This was suddenly turning very schoolyard, but she could see from the way Peter tensed they were one or two more verbal barbs from testing out who could win in a fistfight.

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