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Antonio didn’t let his expression waver. “Describe the bastard, officer.”
“B-big guy.” The EMTs were loading Harris onto a stretcher. “About six-foot-two, maybe three.” His lashes lowered, and he blinked a few times. “Two-two hundred pounds.” His head sagged a bit.
“What color was his hair? His eyes?” Antonio pressed.
Harris didn’t answer. The EMTs tried to take the injured cop to the ambulance. Antonio stepped right in their path. “Harris isn’t going anywhere yet.” Not until he could figure out what was happening. “Harris!” Antonio injected a note of steely command into his voice. The cop’s eyelids jerked open. “Describe the man, now.”
“B-black hair. Caucasian…early thirties.”
Okay, that description only fit thousands of men in the area.
“Heard her call his name.” The cop blinked, then met Antonio’s gaze. “Z-Zane. She said Zane.”
What the hell are you doing, man? “I gave strict orders that the woman wasn’t to be approached. I was to be notified before any apprehension effort.” Cold, clipped.
Harris licked his lips. “They were…on a motorcycle.”
“He’s got a concussion, Captain Young,” one of the EMTs said, breaking through Harris’s words. “We need to get him checked at the hospital.”
In a minute. Antonio didn’t move.
“I just stopped them because they didn’t have on…helmets. I stopped…them.” A hard swallow. “And he attacked.”
But that didn’t make any sense.
“Sir.” The EMT’s face was flushed a dark red. “He needs to be in a hospital.”
Clenching his teeth, Antonio moved to the side.
“You never said,” Harris’s voice had grown weaker, “she had a partner.”
Because he hadn’t known that Zane was working with the woman, and he sure hadn’t expected the hunter to attack a cop.
What are you doing, Zane? What the hell are you doing?
Antonio turned away and marched back to his car.
Threw me ten feet…but I-I swear I never saw him move. Harris’s words echoed in his mind. The cop didn’t understand. Zane hadn’t actually moved. He was such a strong demon that he didn’t need to move. With just a stray thought, Zane could have thrown the cop. With a wave of his hand, he could have killed the guy.
But he hadn’t. Zane had let the cop live, and he’d protected the woman.
“Sir!” Another uniform hurried toward him. This time, the officer was female. The uniforms were swarming the scene like bees. “Do you want to launch a search in the area for the woman?”
Antonio let his stare drift down the road. No sign of a motorcycle.
“And what about the man?” she pushed. “Do we need to put out an APB for him?”
“Forget the man. Just concentrate on her.” Jana Carter.
“But a cop was assaulted. One of our own.” Her red brows snapped low. “We need to?—”
“You need to do whatever the hell I say.” He sounded like a prick, but she’d have to deal with it. “I’ll take care of the man. You focus on her.”
Before he threw his friend to the wolves—or the cops—he needed to find out exactly what was happening with Zane. If he found out that the demon had crossed the line, well?—
Then I’ll be the first one in line to take him down.
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