Page 19 of Intense
“Look. I need to make a quick phone call. I have someone very important at home that needs feeding. Then I’ll come willingly. No handcuffs. No issues. Okay?”
The one at the front swallows.
“Uh. Yes. Okay.”
I hit dial on Rowan’s number.
“Finn. Where are you? Reggie said the cops came sniffing around earlier.”
I let out a breath.
“Yeah. They’re here. Don’t worry. Get hold of Drago for me. I need a favor.”
“Sure. Anything.”
His chirpy attitude grates on my nerves.
“It’s feeding day for Nyx. Everything you need’s already been defrosted—it’s on the counter. Just toss it in for her.”
He coughs.
My men aren’t scared of anything… except my fucking pet python.
“Just open it up, like fully? What if she gets out?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“She’s not a fucking jumping frog, Rowan. She’s a snake. A docile one. Drop her food in and walk away. Okay? And call Drago.”
“Alright. Alright. Good luck.”
I let out a sarcastic laugh.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
I cut the call and turn my attention back to the officers.
“Ready when you are.”
I gesture toward the door.
With one officer in front of me and two behind, we head for the exit.
I spot Stephanie in the corridor.
Pale as a ghost.
Frozen.
Watching.
She looks like she’s been sucker-punched instead of wanting to celebrate something. Interesting. I must note that down.
When our eyes lock, she flinches.
“Fill in for my shift, Dr. Miller,” I call out.
Whoever is responsible for this bullshit is going to feel my wrath.
