Page 154 of Enzo

“Well, we’ve got trouble on our hands. Last few months we’ve been getting hit with this spring of gruesome murders. I know you mountain folk don’t get into Jonesville much; I wasn’t sure if you’ve heard.”

“We’ve heard,” I say, ignoring the fact that he called us mountain folk.

“Last night, around three in the morning, another house was attacked. This young man here is part of that house. We believe the killer dropped the body on your land.”

The sheriff was smart. He knew enough to know that we didn’t haul this dead body back here.

“Seems that way.”

“They’re getting desperate in their attempt to set us up,”I tell Chayton.

“Seems like it,”he says. I had no doubt he’d be listening in on this conversation.

“Sheriff,” Michaela says in a seductive voice. “Do you mind if I look over the body? These types of things interest me.”

Before I can open our link and tell her there is no way he’s going to allow that, the sheriff replies first.

“Absolutely.”

“What the hell?”Chayton has the same sentiments as me.

“Thank you.” She walks away from me over to the body.

“How the hell did you convince him of that?”I ask inside her head.

“Charm,”she replies with a chuckle.

She squats down, looking over the body.

“That’s one beautiful woman,” the sheriff says. “She yours?” he asks, looking at me with a grin. I can smell his desire for Michaela.

“Kill him,”my wolf growls. Ever since that night we went camping, he’s grown even more possessive of her. I don’t blame him. That shit was wild.

“Please don’t kill the sheriff,”Chayton says with a laugh.

I ignore him and my wolf. “Yes, she’s mine,” I reply to the sheriff. “And I’m a very stingy mother fucker so keep your eyes to yourself.”

The sheriff quickly looks away from my mate.

Chayton laughs in my head. Michaela stands up, dusting her hands off on her pants. She walks back over to us.

“Sheriff,” she calls out to him again in that tone.

“Woman, you are about to have two dead bodies on our land in one day,”I warn her.

She doesn’t even turn to me. Instead, she reaches out, placing a hand on the sheriff’s arm. He nearly melts at her touch.

“I’m working, mate,”she says in my head before speaking out loud. “Tell me how many people died in the house last night.”

Once again, she asks him for information that I know he can’t tell her. Yet, once again, he forks the info out to her quickly. “Four. A bunch of college kids here for vacation.”

“And is this house off by itself and is there a glass patio door?” she questions.

He smiles once again. The scent wafting off him makes me even angrier. She better wrap this shit up quick because I’m about to murder this fucking cop.

“Yes, to both. We believe the killer came in through the patio door.”

“Thank you,” she removes her hand from the sheriff’s arm. He sways a little, taking a step toward her. I pull her ass behind me and a growl slips out of my mouth. The sheriff startles, stepping back.

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