Page 52 of Heartsong
“The fae are clever and manipulative. You cannot let your guard down.”
“I thought we agreed it wasn’t the fae.”
“We agreed on no such thing.”
“But you—”
A heavy knock on the front door echoed through the dwelling. On the other side, a male voice called, “Anna Kincaid?”
Color drained from Anna’s face at the sound, and Frey was up in a moment, marching for the door.
Anna was faster, darting in front of him to peer through the small hole.
She muffled her sound of distress in her sweater sleeve and turned on her toes into his body. Her hands splayed across his chest to catch herself, and for a moment Frey was too stunned by the feeling of her skin on his to do more than let her push him backwards.
Then there was another knock, more impatient than the last, and a growl worked up his throat.
Anna’s hand made a slicing motion through the air.
“It’s a cop,” she hissed. Looking about, she nabbed his plate and utensils off the table, pushed them into his hands, and hustled him through the living room toward her bedchamber.
He stood his ground outside her door, not liking this turn of events at all.
Another knock. “Miss Kincaid, I need to speak with you.”
“There’s amaleout there,” Frey growled lowly. An affront. Who was this stupid man to interrupt their supper? To invade their dwelling?
“Iknow. No need to dilate those predator eyes at me.” She gave another push, but Frey wouldn’t budge. “It’s the detective from before. I’ll get rid of him. But you need to hide.”
Frey needed to do no such thing. No man nor guardian in their right mind would come around making demands of another’s mate in his time.
“I will not—”
“Frey.” Anna frowned up at him, her expression grave. “He’s looking foryou.”
Another growl rumbled in his chest, but through the instinct and outrage, he allowed himself to be sequestered into Anna’s bedchamber.
Today was not the day to reveal that guardians hadn’t quite been lost to time. And Frey knew enough of this modern world to know that making a law enforcement officer disappear would raise even more suspicion and therefore bring more danger to his mate’s door.
So Frey bided his time.
And snatched up one of his mate’s underthings to sniff to soothe the worst of his frustration.
Anna hurried across the apartment but made herself slow down and take a deep breath. She shouldn’t seem flustered or out of breath when she greeted the detective.
Opening the door halfway, Anna found Detective Ramirez on the other side. He looked a little worse for wear; maybe it was late in his shift.
Well, sucks to be him. I didn’t interrupt his dinner.
“Good evening, Miss Kincaid.”
“Hello, detective.”
“I just have a few questions for you regarding the situation at the Milton Building.” His gaze assessed her in that way that was unique to law enforcement before he tried to see what he could see of her apartment over her shoulder. “Mind if I come in?”
“Do you have a warrant?” Old habits die hard.
Ramirez blinked at her, unamused. “No.”
