Page 33 of Attraction

“Oh, I don’t need to prove it. I know. I smelled the glass, so I know what you did.” Digby hunches down. Close-up, only inches from Munroe’s face, his blue eyes fill with a fiery blue rage. “Look me in the eyes, then tell me you didn’t.”

“Hey… Digby! Digby, what the hell’s going on?” Darius’s loud booming voice can be heard from the end of the street. Munroe sighs and his head slumps. If he wasn’t afraid before, then he is now. Digby doesn’t move, his glare still fixed on his prey and he growls from deep inside the center of his chest. “Digby, I said what’s going on?”

“Darius, I…” Munroe pathetically whimpers, spluttering blood as Digby slaps him hard across the head, shutting him up.

“Oh, this ass-wipe, he thought he might drug the Doc then try an’ have sex with her.” Zak glares and again two sets of blue eyes prowl the helpless Munroe.

“Is she okay?” Darius frowns at Ozzie who’s still has her in his arms as he sits on the ground. Showing concern, he checks her, laying his fingers against the pulse in her neck. She groans loudly as he touches her, and he can tell she’s still out of it.

“She will be. Whatever the hell he gave her, it was some potent stuff.”

Darius nods, as silently he surveys the situation. Then his glance falls on the pathetic Munroe, “Are they right that you did this? Did you do this to one of my team?”

There’s a silence and the air hangs heavy with the thick expectation of something terrifying about to happen. Munroe looks up pathetically as he crouches in fear. He’s scared as the two pairs of blue eyes are now joined by the deep-dark purple ones glowing in the dark, glowing with anger.

Darius’s face almost fades into the darkness, and a surging wave of fear surrounds Munroe as something uneasy prickles at his core. It’s like he’s their prey and cornered with nowhere to go, he trembles violently in fear. The stare from Darius’ eyes is almost enough to turn his blood to ice.

“Digby, take her home.” Darius’s voice is so smooth. Calm and controlled he grabs his shoulder, pulling him away. “Diggs, I said, take her home. Take Oz and Zak with you and I’ll deal with him.”

“No! No, I’m dealin’ with this.” Digby turns and he and Darius stare nose-to-nose, their eyes focused on each other.

“And I said, take her home! That’s an order. I’m going to handle this for tonight. Munroe and me, we’re going to have a little talk.”

“Oh…” Munroe sighs, mustering his strength. “Get it over with.” He groans nervously and with no way to defend himself gives in to whatever punishment is about to come. “Just do it!”

“Oh no, I’m not going to touch you, we’re just going to talk. See…” He crouches down, grabbing hold of Munroe by his collar. “She belongs to my unit and I thought everyone was clear that no one messes with what’s mine. Not you or anyone else.”

Holding his ribs, Munroe tries to pull away. “You don’t want her… so why do you care?”

“No, you’re right, I don’t want her on my team, but your problem is… that for now at least, she is on my team. You messed with my team and so we need to talk.” The purple in his eyes flashes a bright violet. It’s a scary and fascinating thing to see, but it fills Munroe with dread as every blood vessel in his body feels like it’s straining to burst. The pulse on his neck thudding almost audibly as his heart rate races and the touch of Darius’s hand on his skin feels like a cold burn from ice. “Darius, please…” His lip quivers in fear. “Please, I didn’t know,” he gulps, his eyes struggling to remain open. “I didn’t know about her….”

“Digby just take her and go.”

“No… no please don’t leave me!” Munroe’s body screams to get away, but he’s frozen by fear as Darius’s stare holds him hypnotized to the spot and he can’t move.

Digby grins, Zak still holding him back, saying, “C’mon man, let Darius deal with him. Let’s get Kat home.”

Oz has Kat in his arms. She groans as he lifts her up and her green eyes flicker, trying to focus. “Hey.” Oz smiles as finally, she opens them. “You okay?” She sighs quietly and then again passes out. “Okay, don’t worry we’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

Oz hands Kat over to Digby. Leaving Darius behind, the three of them, Digby carrying Kat, head from the darkness back into the light of the street. Then suddenly they stop, as they hear a high-pitched howling sound, followed by a fearful scream which fills the cold night air.

A grin curls on Digby’s lip and he smiles as they continue to walk away.

Chapter 11

Kat groans, feeling hot as she pulls back the woolen blanket that covers her legs, leaving it in a crumpled heap next to her on the couch. Sitting up, she feels her stomach somersault and she feels sick. Her head is heavy, throbbing with groggy dizziness. She rubs at her temples, massaging the side of her face, trying to ease the ache. She can’t open her eyes because the bright daylight adds to her pain.

“Urghh…..”she moans, sucking in air, taking a long slow breath as she drops her head into her lap. The blurred fog of nausea makes her feel unwell and her hands won’t stop shaking. Eventually, she attempts a look—opening her eyes, doing everything in slow motion to ensure she doesn’t move her head more than she needs.

“So, would you prefer juice or coffee? I did both.” It’s Digby’s soft southern tone. “There’s a couple Tylenol there too—just in case you need them.”

She looks up, thinking this is not really the start to the day she had in mind as he places both a cup of black coffee and a glass of fresh-squeezed orange on the small table in front of her.

“Thanks,” she says. Looking at him, she can see the sympathetic smile as he watches her trying to focus. “What the hell happened?” She frowns, swallowing hard, still not sure if she’s going to throw up. Even speaking a few words makes her brain feel like it might explode. “I guess I must have drunk too much, right?”

“No,” he shakes his head and still smiling he brushes her hair away from her face. “No, it wasn’t your fault. Do you remember anythin’ about what happened last night?”

“Last night?” she frowns, confused. Looking at the window, she’s now aware of the bright sunlight. “What the hell time is it?”

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