Page 76 of I Replaced His Husband
"Did he take it?"
He already knew the answer. Still asked. What a prick.
"Yes. After that, Rain told Jorah to get Harry off the beach, and we left. Rain carried me, since I was still shaken."
"How did Harry look at that point?"
"I didn’t look too closely. I was scared and hurting. He grabbed my neck pretty hard." Kay tilted his head to show the bruises, then quickly glanced at me.
"We’ll need a picture of that," Moor muttered and stood up. We both watched in disbelief as he pulled out hisown phoneand snapped a photo of Kay’s neck from the side, where the bruises were. Just like that.
"Wait, shouldn’t a medical tech or a crime scene guy do that? For actual evidence?" I tried to object, but he ignored me and sat back down. What a joke.
Kay and I exchanged a look of pure frustration. This whole thing was a farce, again, to Adam’s point. No matter what we said, it wouldn’t matter if they weren’t even pretending to care.
"What was Jorah doing during that?" Moor asked.
Kay sighed. "Arguing, of course. Said he wasn’t in shape to help Harry. But we left."
"And after that?"
"We met my brothers, told them what happened, and asked them to check on the Dawsons. Then we went upstairs. And yes, we had sex again, if that’s your next question."
"So you’re saying after a brutal attempted rape, you just shrugged it off and jumped into casual fucking?" he said with a mocking smirk.
"I initiated it. Not Kay!" I shot back. "I was in fighting mode; my instincts activated, I was protecting my mate and claiming him as my alpha nature prompted me to do."
Moor ignored me again and turned to Kay. "Did he knot you?"
Kay clenched his jaw, and I did too. "Yeah. In case the whole damn station isn’t gossiping about it already, yeah, he knotted me."
Moor crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "That’s bull. Not during pregnancy."
"We know it’s weird. But Rain’s on strong suppressants. He went into fighting mode while they were still in his system. We don’t know how those signals might have crossed with my pregnancy hormones," Kay said.
"I’m calling the suppressant manufacturer tomorrow morning," I added, forcing my voice to stay calm. This whole ‘interrogation’ was so far removed from anything I’d expect from a real police officer that I could hardly believe it.
"You’d better. Any strange side effects could end up being your only defense if this goes to trial."
"We’re aware," Kay said through clenched teeth.
"So, you done with your questions, or can we go?" I snarled.
Moor smirked. "He can go. You stay."
Kay stood up and said quietly, "I'll wait outside."
I felt relieved to see him go out; Moor's reddened face and flaring nostrils were playing on my nerves.
As Kay stepped out, the detective rubbed his chin and unexpectedly said, "Well, I must say it's all very weird. Didn't it cross your mind that something else could be at play here? I doubt blockers can explain knotting and marking outside of heat."
"What do you mean by that?" I cautiously asked. I could have told him it was none of his business, but for some reason, I hesitated. I could maybe use another person's opinion, even if he was a total asshole. And perhaps exactly because of that, he probably wouldn't sugarcoat it for my sake.
"You knowwhocan knotanytime, even during pregnancy," he said meaningfully.
More silence followed. I looked down at my fists, my heart thundering loudly and alarmingly in my chest. This topic was dangerous and nerve-racking.
Moor rolled his eyes. "Did the cat get your tongue? And what's with the raging heartbeat? Let me ask differently, did anything strange happen during your first time?"
