Page 80 of Fangs for the Memories
“Listen,kutya, I’m here because you have a mate and that makes you the most powerful alpha in Hungary. I’m not here for the good of my health, so you will do as I say or the chances are you won’t see her again, understand?”
I bristle at his insult.
“Nem kutya,” I growl.
“Then behave like an alpha,” Dominik responds.
He reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out a small vial of clear liquid. He pulls out the stopper with a fang and grips my jaw, forcing it open so he can pour the contents in before clamping my mouth shut.
“Swallow, you bastard,” he growls.
I glare at him as the sickly stuff slides down my throat. Once he’s certain I’m not going to spit, he releases me.
“What the fuck?”
“It should help your healing, get rid of the silver in your blood,” he says. “You might feel a bit out of it for a while as it takes effect.”
I give myself an involuntary shake, causing me to hiss at the pain in my shoulder.
“I’m going to have to do some significant work to get you freed.” Dominik sighs, work clearly not being something he enjoys. “You can help by keeping your mouth shut and not attempting escape. The humans want a scalp. There hasn’t been a human-monster incident on British soil since we revealed ourselves. They are distinctly unhappy about the recent events.”
“He was attacking Grace,” I growl. “No one hurts my mate,” I add with another growl. “I wouldn’t let him live if he even thought about touching her, let alone what he actually did.”
“This is the sort of thing I need you to shut up about,” Dominik replies, getting to his feet. “Let me deal with the British authorities. The goons you brought with you are not going to assist.”
I huff out a hot breath at him as rainbows start to cloud my vision.
“Bring me Grace, please,” I slur. “I need to see her.”
“All in good time, old friend,” Dominik says as he dissolves into a mist. “All in good time.”
Grace
I’m pacing, and I know it’s driving Lucy mad, but if I stop for a second, I’ll think about the blood on the cuffs of my coat and on my knees and of the look on Ferenc’s face before he went unconscious.
And how he was bundled unceremoniously into the back of a police riot van and driven away while an officious PC insisted on interviewing me as a witness. All while refusing, point blank, to tell me where they were taking Ferenc.
Things were getting more fractious by the second, especially given the itchy trigger fingers of the armed police, until Lucy turned up.
Or more correctly, Lucy turned up, put on her best solicitor voice, and proceeded to read them all the riot act, or in this case, theMonster Human Relations Act 2002. Something she apparently knew off by heart.
Which was probably the biggest surprise of the day, and given not only did Ferenc turn up out of the blue, but he threw Mark through a plate glass window, that’s saying something.
Now we’ve been five hours in the police station where they claimed to have brought Ferenc. My face is aching where Markhit me, and I have two anxious looking werewolves in dark suits who are only just holding on to their humanoid forms.
“Is there any chance you could sit down before you fall down?” Lucy hisses at me.
“I’m keeping the wolf brothers busy,” I hiss back. “And no, I can’t.”
I pass the two werewolves again, and they watch me carefully. So, I’m not making it up.
“How about you ask again?” I suggest to her.
Lucy gives me a glare, then picks up her bag and saunters over to the front desk.
The sergeant looks up from his paperwork.
“Yes, it’s me again,” Lucy says with a megawatt smile which is entirely lost on the police officer.
