Page 33 of I Dated a Retired Hero

“Nope. I resigned. I am now living a life of solitude and withering like the old maid I am.”

Vikor came out and waved her in. “Litha only.”

Litha stepped forward and walked through the gates and into the detention centre. Vikor murmured, “They have her in the holding area as she hasn’t been charged yet. She’s in rough shape.”

“Yeah, she has to be if she’s here.”

They walked past the guards who had weapons drawn. Litha rolled her eyes. She hadn’t been shot since she was fifteen. Her body melted any projectile that hit it.

She offered herself for a pat down, and the officer declined. “Ma’am, will you go through the scanner?”

She stood in the scanner and then passed into the next section, where cells were lined up. She ran to Feral’s scent and opened the door.

Vikor sighed. “Was it open?”

“It was for me.”

Feral sat there with her scaled tail no longer in evidence. Her skin and scales were patchy, and her claws were snapped and broken.

“Oh, honey bunny.” Litha sat with her, and Feral leaned against her and started to cry.

Feral sniffled, and she groaned. Litha checked the heat signatures of Feral’s body, and she hissed. She opened her com. “Zera. I have a badly injured active female in heat who needs immediate medical attention. She is in the detention centre, and I am not leaving her side.”

Zera blinked. “Oh, shit. Torun thought you were going berserk. She’s an omega?”

“She is. She’s one of Xeva’s kin.”

“Fuck. I am pushing the paperwork through. Stay with her.”

“I am. I am going to start listing her breaks while you type.”

“Right. Go.”

“Wrist, forearm, ankle, three ribs, three fingers, two vertebrae, and her orbital socket on her left side.” She dragged in a deep breath. “Collapsed lung, internal bleeding, a chunk of her scalp missing, and burn damage to about thirty percent of her dermis.”

“Shit. Why didn’t they get that on intake?”

“Feral has an electrical interference projection that makes seeing her on scans difficult. I just looked for hot spots.”

“Oh. The prefect has the request, and I am also sending it to Khytten as Grandma is visiting the triplets and twins right now.” Zera sighed and then perked up. “Khytten has seen it.”

Litha stroked Feral’s head. “The killings she is accused of are for Urradan war criminals who escaped the purge. She suffered more at their hands than most.”

Feral was still crying, but now, she was sniffling and pressing her head to Litha.

Zera paused, “Is she touching your skin?”

“Yes. I haven’t been a contact radioactive in about twenty years.”

“But, your file said—”

“I know. After I was a teenager, they stopped scanning me. I broke the equipment because I didn’t like it, and I was already grieving my parents.” She muttered, “It was really the wrong time to try giving me a pap smear.”

Zera stared. “That was... oh, my god. So, you are perfectly safe for contact?”

“Yes. I tried to tell you when I applied to the BDC. Stop looking so surprised, Vikor.”

“Fuck. I am sorry. We do sweeps of your office when you aren’t there, but they are always clean.” Zera paused. “Right. The prefect is sending the medical release order. We will keep her until a hearing can be arranged. Medical is standing by.”

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