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“Jana.” Softer.
Zane stood in the doorway. She hadn’t even heard him approach. Tony loomed behind him.
Her shoulders straightened. So be it. “Let me get my shoes, Captain Young, and I’ll come with you.” She’d survived being locked up once before. She’d survive again. Right?
Damn cages.
Her gaze darted to Zane. What the hell had she really thought would happen? Good guys don’t fall for the bad girls. Zane was firmly aligned on the side of the “good” guys. She knew that. Why had she even tried to pretend? Why had she come back to him?
Because he got to me. He’d slid right past the surface and worked his way under her skin. He was her weakness now. One that she’d have to watch.
Jana shoved her feet into her shoes.
“How long have you been here?” Tony asked quietly.
She turned to face him and deliberately kept her hands loose at her sides. “Since yesterday.”
Zane’s stare bored into her.
“What happened to the wolf shifter who was in that swamp?” the cop asked.
Jana shrugged. “We split up once we got to Baton Rouge.” Why did it matter?
“So you were with him.”
Was this an interrogation? “Yeah. Yeah, I just said I was.”
“Did he try to hurt you?” The question was Zane’s.
Jana blinked. “Ah, no.” Okay, and now her stomach was knotting.
“I need to talk to that wolf,” Tony said.
Good luck with that. She bit the words back.
“Jana.” Zane stepped closer to her. “There’s been a killing.”
Her stomach twisted again. “In this city,” Jana kept her voice low and calm, “there are often killings.”
“Not like this.” Tony shook his head. “Not when a woman’s throat is cut from ear to ear, and I find freaking dog hairs all over the scene.”
Hell, now the questions about Marcus made sense. “No, he’s not?—”
“Lindsey Meadows, a college student, was killed right outside of her dorm room. Several hundred kids were in that dorm, and no one heard a damn thing.” Tony’s voice vibrated with tension. “She was last seen having dinner with a blond male.”
“Sound familiar?” Zane asked.
She licked her lips. “I-I don’t—he didn’t kill those girls in New Orleans.”
“Maybe not. But I need to find that wolf,” Tony told her, “and I need to find him now.”
Tony wasn’t after her. The knowledge finally sank in. He wasn’t there to haul her to jail. He was after the shifter because he thought Marcus was a killer.
She remembered pain-filled blue eyes. Hands that trembled. “He didn’t attack those girls. He wasn’t the killer.” No matter what the news stories had implied, Marcus hadn’t been guilty.
“Maybe he wasn’t a killer before,” Tony said, “but I need to see for myself what he is now. If Perseus had him all these months, if they’ve been screwing with his head, there’s no telling what he is.”
Her fault. She hadn’t realized that Perseus had him—or that vamp who’d taken his bite out of her. But she should have known.
