Page 81 of Fangs for the Memories
She starts a back and forth with him I’ve already heard twice before with two different policemen, and she’s about a quarter of the way through when a door to one side opens, and a tall, strikingly handsome man dressed like he’s going to the opera steps through.
“I am Mr. Kóbor’s appointed representative,” Lucy says loudly. “I am police station accredited, and I want to see my client, or I will have to file a complaint.”
“The thing is,miss,” the sergeant drawls, “this gentleman here is Mr. Kóbor’s representative, and ‘e’s just seen him.” He fixes Lucy with an interested look.
She doesn’t even hesitate.
“Why didn’t you or any of the previous desk sergeants inform me my colleague was already providing Mr. Kóbor with advice? It would have saved both you and me some significant time and effort,” she retorts and grabs the man’s arm, towing him away from the desk.
“Who the hell are you?” I growl.
“I am Dominik Király,” he says in a deep voice with a gentle Hungarian accent. “I am also a barrister at law in England and a friend of Ferenc.”
“Dominik? Aren’t you the vampire king?” I ask as my brain finally fires into action.
Beside me, Lucy stiffens.
“One and the same.” He gives me a short bow. “And you must be Ferenc’s mate, Grace.”
“You don’t have to speak to him,” Lucy interjects, glaring at Dominik.
“Have you seen Ferenc?” I ignore her. “He was shot.”
“Yes, he was asking after you,” Dominik says. “The bullet had silver nitrate in it, or else it wouldn’t have stopped him. He is recovering, but he remains a prisoner of the human authorities for the time being.”
I feel my legs go from under me. Fortunately Lucy is right beside me, and I hit her on my way down to the floor. There is a lot of swearing around me before someone lifts me up and puts me in a chair. A plastic cup of water is shoved in my hand, and Lucy exhorts me to drink while berating anyone who will listen for putting stress on apregnant woman.
I want to tell her to shut up. Because otherwise literally everyone else is going to know about the baby before Ferenc. Dominik can clearly understand English, and Ferenc’s two compatriots have a level of understanding, although as neither of them have said a word yet, I’m not sure how much they are getting.
Dominik drops into the seat on the other side of me, waving away the female police officer who has appeared through the same door as he used earlier.
“You feared for him?” Dominik murmurs. “You feared for the greatest alpha wolf in Hungary?”
“He’s not in Hungary,” I say, concentrating on the way the water in the cup ripples as my hand shakes, anything to avoid shedding tears in this place. “He’s in England, he’s been shot, and he’s been detained.”
Dominik chuckles richly. “Yes,” he says slowly, “but also he is an alpha werewolf.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Lucy snaps.
“It means he is neither at risk nor is he actually detained,” Dominik says, as if explaining basic mathematics to a child. “No human prison can contain a werewolf.”
Beside me, Lucy bristles. “Then why isn’t he out?”
“Because, as his legal counsel, I told him to stay put.” Dominik looks at his wrist, which sports an outrageously expensive watch. “He’ll be fine. A flesh wound which has already healed,” he says, his hand hovering over mine until he thinks better of it. “But your former human mate has powerful friends in high places, and I need to move fast.”
He stands up and Lucy follows suit.
“What are you going to do?” she says.
Dominik’s eyes trace over her. “What I can. Ferenc will be fine, Grace. I promise.”
“You’ll forgive me if, until I see him, I won’t believe it.”
“Spoken like a true mate.” Dominik gives me the most incredible smile I think I’ve ever seen.
The smile of a predator.
“You are a lawyer?” he says to Lucy.
