Page 89 of Feeding Frenzy

“Assssher?” I glowered.

“I don’t remember,” he mumbled, miffed.

“I think that’s the last thing we should be talking about,” Talia said sharply. She shot a glare toward me.

Jax hissed.

Talia flinched and hugged herself.

“She has a point,” I said. I’d allowed myself to get distracted. But to give myself credit, I wasn’t trying to be difficult, it was a simple question. I cleared my throat. “Crimson Nights was burned down?”

Talia didn’t look at me.

“Yes, they were hit a few hours ago.” At least she answered.

“Imogen is a real piece of work.” I grimaced. “Since it was a direct attack, can the Council do something about it?”

“The cameras didn’t catch anything. And like last time, they made it seem like a hate crime,” Talia said.

“If we start accusing her, she’ll claim its retaliation.” Tobias ran his hand through his hair.

“So, there’s nothing we can do?”

A hand settled on my shoulder. Tobias shook his head.

“Not yet. We can attempt to find a witness that will prove her culpability, but Imogen never leaves witnesses.”

The vampire justice system was as broken as the human one.

“That’s bullshit.” I scowled. Tobias’s eyebrows twitched.

Talia cleared her throat, and she faced Asher.

“We caught a vampire skulking around, but he’s not talking.” Talia sniffled. “We have him in the trunk wrapped up in tons of chains.”

“Perfect.” I could only describe Ren’s grin as wolfish. He was through the open door within moments, Jax on his heels.

“Asher, we lost vampires,” Talia croaked. She eyed me. “Maybe we should speak in private.”

“Treat Catalina the same as you would me.”

“Yes, Sire.” She lowered her head. “Again, I am sorry for showing up here.”

A scuffle sounded outside.

“Catalina, Pet.” Asher gripped my arms. I looked up at him. “You should go. You’re not going to want to see what they do.”

I scowled. I opened my mouth to argue and Ren and Jax entered, dragging a struggling body between them.

A sack covered his face. He thrashed between them, wiggling side to side frantically, the chains around him rattling.

I watched them drag him away.

Then I turned to Asher.

“I’ll be writing.” I hurried upstairs.

ASHER

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