Page 6 of Feral Attraction
“What are you?”she blurted out.
He bit back a snarl because of the way she’d asked the question.She deserved his answer.“Your worst nightmare.Your wettest dream, love.”
She frowned.“My question may have been vague.”She paused.“Or rude.What breed are you?”
“Wolf shifter.And your name would be?”He used his most syrupy voice.
She held out a hand, offering to shake, her nails short and as sensible as her boots.“Reyna.Just call me Rey.And I don’t like being calledlove, babe, doll,or any other demeaning term.”
He grasped her palm, holding onto it until she squirmed.“Just call me Con.”He stroked a thumb over the back of her hand.“Love.”
She freed herself, almost wiping the palm on her pants.
The action was telling.Either she didn’t like him, or she liked him too much.He voted for too much.
She motioned toward the refrigerated drawer containing the body.“What do you think?”she asked, moving in its direction, trying to gain control of their relationship.
It was an admirable effort, but wolf shifters didn’t relinquish control.
When the morgue assistant rejoined them, Rey nodded at him.
Con stood on the opposite side of the dead male.“I can’t smell anything.”
“Come again?”she asked.
He tapped his nose.“Wolf.Great sniffer.I was checking to see if the killer was a vampire, shifter, or human.Can’t tell.”
“You can’t smell anything?”
“No.I smell something.Somebody used bleach on the body.The killer.”
“Why would they do that?”
“To mask the scent.Of course, that would point to an Aeternal.Or to a human who wanted this to look as if one of the breeds did the crime.”
“Can you tell anything by the marks on the throat?”She clasped her hands behind her back.
Con leaned closer, examining the mess at the guy’s neck.“If the killer was an Aeternal, they’re a messy eater.”When she wrinkled her nose, he grinned.“Could have been a vamp or some kind of shifter.Maybe a very violent berserker.Or a clever human with a wicked knife.Too soon to tell.”
“Anything else?”
“Nope.Just normal contusions and lacerations.Nothing spectacular.”
She straightened, letting her arms fall to the side.“Ronnie, when will the autopsy be conducted?”
“We’re behind.As soon as possible.Pushing won’t help.”
“Let me know.”
“Always.”
Ronnie shoved the drawer into place while Con continued to study his new partner.She was a beautiful female who hid her assets in order to be one of the guys, but he saw through the disguise.She tried to appear more confident than she was and liked to be in control.
“Let’s go to my precinct in Tribeca, and I’ll review the case with you.”
She rushed out the swinging door.Con followed her into the elevator, out the front, and to the subway, where thousands of New Yorkers surrounded them.Wasn’t this fun?
No.
