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And then I had to watch helplessly as she turned around and pulled her pants down.

“Are you mooning the officer?”

Fuck. She was.

Hours later, I was calling around trying to get enough money to bail her out and being told by multiple people that this wasn’t her first time here and that she needed help, not enabling. I’d had no idea about the other arrests. Things were so much worse than I realized.

Please let me wake up from this nightmare and quick.

Chapter 3

Davien

Turned out, Stanmore Police Station was busy this evening. Maybe Grams had a lot of friends and they’d all been arrested.

I had to park a block away, and my beast fumed that he couldn’t let me perform the boring human stuff and that I should allow him to prance into the building and whisk Grams away.

Doesn’t work like that, which you know.

I can dream, he shot back.

That would be a sight, though. My beast galloping under the moonlight and Grams on his back, waving as cars skidded to a halt and avoided my unicorn.

Standing and waiting my turn at the front desk, I surveyed the room, heaving with people who were exhausted, some were crying, others were taking a nap, and a few were shouting in an effort to be heard. When I made it to the head of the line, the guy directed me to the booking area.

And that was just as crowded. And while people were jostling and my beast complained about humans not bathing, one guy was arguing with a uniformed cop.

“Your grandmother needs to be in a home. She ends up here at least three times a week. This is not an assisted living community.”

“No. If I put her in one of those places, she’ll be dead in three months.”

The cop whose scent announced him as a bear shifter, muttered under his breath that it was probably true. “Another resident would probably slip something into her tea.”

Yikes. I hoped Grams wasjusthigh-spirited and acting differently to what society expected of someone in their later years. Surely no one would bump off an elderly lady.

This had to be the guy who phoned me. Unless there was a team of grannies waiting to be bailed out.

“Hi. I’m Davien.”

“Hey, buddy, we’re having a private conversation,” the guy snapped.

Not so private that the whole room couldn’t hear. People were straining to listen to the pair. Might be the most fun they’d had all night. But his words evaporated in the stale air as the grandson’s scent wafted around me. No, it couldn’t be. What were the odds?

Nothing odd, my unicorn noted.You know who he is.

“Sit down and wait your turn.”

Now the cop was pissed at me. Gods, if this were anyone else, I might have marched out and left them to it. Except I wouldn’t have left Grams languishing in a jail cell and her grandson’s scent was calling to me, begging me to stay close.

“You called me.” I folded my arms and stood my ground.

“Called as in—” The guy raised one brow, a feat I’d never managed to pull off.

“Phoned,” I finished his sentence. “About Grams.”

“Grams?” the cop and the grandson said in unison.

I waved my wallet at him, wishing I could have paid Grams’s bail with a QR code and kept my distance from the cop and dragged the grandson and Grams away from the room heaving with people.

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