Page 97 of Break The Ice

“The police implied I set the fire. They implied that it was my fault. They outright accused me. The police thought I made everything up and was mentally ill and needed therapy.”

Wren growls in sync with Kit.

The sound is both scary and soothing.

“We know it’s not your fault. We don’t care about anyone else’s opinion.”

“So he didn’t have anything to do with the fire?”

“No, it was an accident. As far as I know, he’s never hurt anyone,” My uncle says solemnly

The guys exchange a look.

“What?”

“That was before you started having a relationship that looks permanent,” Kit murmurs. “Things could be different now.”

“Very,” Callan agrees.

The thoughts have crossed my mind. He went to such extremes to end my previous relationships. He’d do the same with this one, maybe worse.

It sends a bolt of such unbridled terror through me that I don’t hear what Wren says.

Uncle Pat leaves, but I barely register it. The guys show him out and come and sit with me on the couch.

It’s not until Kit’s hand comes down on my thigh and squeezes that I remember where I am. I jerk hard and glance his way. Kit is calm, with confidence and self-assurance that steadies me. He’s got no fear on his face, there’s no cowing or panic. His steadiness bleeds into me, soothing the fear.

This alpha is something remarkable.

“It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs, and, to my surprise, I believe him, and I’m not in the habit of believing people.

Chapter twenty-four

Callan

I stare at thepolice that have come out and watch as they look through the evidence. It’s officer Brady again, and the first thing he did when he walked in was make a quip about how good Kit looked.

He was hit with four furious growls and went a pretty pale colour that did not go with his uniform.

“The only thing we could get him on is breaking and entering, and you can’t even prove this is him.” The other police officer’s name is Ferrara, and he’s younger, much more pleasant, but I can tell by his expression that this isn’t going to go well for us.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing, she’d warned us, but I still thought they would help.

“There’s a man who has been stalking her since she was fifteen, and you’re not going to help her?”

“What can we do?” The shorter cop narrows his eyes on Raider. “By the way, I thought you said you didn’t have a woman here, Raider?”

“At that time, it was true.” Raider shrugs carelessly, but I can see the absolute raging inferno of fury in his eyes.

“So,” Brady turns his uncaring gaze back to Ryann. “You heard some bumps in the night, and you thought someone was following you. Your boyfriend caught you cheating-”

I let out a growl and stand up. He does the same, putting his hand on his gun. I freeze, looking at him silently threatening me. I can’t do anything. They are the police. He’s threatening to shoot me for standing up.

What is the point? What even is the fucking point? I had no idea things would be this bad. We have evidence, so much evidence, but it’s all circumstantial according to these jackasses. Nothing proves anyone did anything, and we don’t even have a suspect.

No one was hurt.

No one was murdered.

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