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Is it wrong of me to hope this is all a sick birthday joke and he’s actually a strip-a-gram? I’ve been a naughty girl, and I need to be spanked by the hot officer.
If only.
My eyes travel over his strong jaw, with a hint of stubble showing, and his light blue button-up shirt, which looks as though it’s going to rip the second he flexes a single muscle. His tight black trousers practically cling to his thighs, which I’m pretty sure are thicker than my head. When I lift my gaze, my eyes catch on his badge and the glittering letters embossed there.
Unable to help myself, I tilt my head with curiosity. “What’s the SNPD?”
Hooking his thumbs in his belt loops, he gives me a look that tells me he’s humouring me. “The Supernatural Police Department.”
Frowning slightly, I say the acronym again to myself. “Wait, what does the N in the name stand for?”
Sighing impatiently as if this is something he’s had to deal with many times before, he gives me a pointed stare. “Natural. As in supernatural.”
Supernatural. Oh yeah, right, of course. The supernatural police, the people who watch over the supernaturals of the city… No, this can’t be right. I must have hit my head and this whole evening has just been a strange dream caused by the accident. Either that, or I am totally mishearing him. At this point, I’ve forgotten about Colin and have entered panic mode. When I panic, I tend to talk a lot.
“You know that’s all one word, right? Supernatural. It’s—”
“Emmy, now is not the time for an English lesson,” Tina warns through clenched teeth. She’s got her back to the officer and is giving me cut it out looks. I’m acting like a crazy person, and that’s not going to help anything.
The fact that he’s seen Colin’s body and is letting me have my mini meltdown should be enough to tell me that something is different here. Well, that and the fact that he’s from a supernatural branch of the police.
“Of course, sorry. I babble when I’m nervous.” I laugh to try and dispel my nerves and strange behaviour, but unfortunately, it comes out high-pitched and off, only adding to my oddness. “You said you were from the Supernatural Police Department? I didn’t know that was a thing.”
The officer looks like he wants to sigh again but manages to hold it back. “Yeah, I hear that a lot.” Clearing his throat, he pulls a notepad from his back pocket and flips it open. There is page after page full of writing, and when I try to get a glance, he turns it away so I’m unable to see it. Finally, he comes to the page he was looking for.
“There have been reports of an undocumented vampire killing a human.” Flipping the notebook closed, he nods to the forgotten shirt in my arms. “You might want to put your shirt on, as I’m going to have to take you into custody.”
Chapter Three
As I wait for him to get in the car, I replay everything that just happened, and one thing keeps coming to mind. How did they know I killed Colin? He also called me undocumented, which implies that there are documented vampires out in the city.
Tina is currently arguing with the officer about warrants and taking me away on stupid, made-up charges. Well, arguing would imply both of them were shouting, but really it’s just my best friend jabbing her finger in the face of the six-foot hottie. He simply watches her with a raised brow, his huge, tree trunk arms crossed over his chest.
In all fairness, he doesn’t ignore her or brush her off, just standing there and taking her tirade. I’m surprised that all the commotion hasn’t drawn a crowd, considering my neighbours are a nosy bunch. Oh God, I’m going to be the talk of the street when they find out.
Priorities, Emmy. I’ve been arrested for murder, so why am I worried about what Doris from next door might be thinking?
The driver’s side door opens, snapping me back to the here and now. The officer stands in the opening, his back to me as he passes a card to my best friend.
“This is where I’m taking her. She will need to be processed and documented, but you can call for an update in the morning,” he explains easily.
In the morning, meaning that I’m going to be spending my birthday in a cell. A part of my mind is criticising me for worrying about that when I just killed someone, and I know I should be more horrified about that. The louder part of my brain is freaking out over the changes my body went through.
“Don’t worry, Emmy,” Tina calls, leaning around the officer to stick her head in the car. “I will get you out, and then we can laugh about all this.”
My smile is fragile, but I force it to my lips to try and ease the worry etched into her features. “I’ll see you soon,” I promise.
The officer climbs into the car without another word, slamming the door shut with a finality that makes me wince. Lifting my hand, I give a pathetic wave to Tina as the car pulls away. I feel as though I left a part of myself behind as I attempt to settle in the uncomfortable back seat, but it seems to be an impossible task.
My eyes land on the broad shoulders of the male sitting in front of me. He’s gorgeous even from behind, but that might just be because of the uniform. Men in uniforms have always been my weakness.
“What was your name again?” I ask, trying to focus my thoughts. He did tell me at some point, I’m sure he did, yet for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was.
“Officer Jack Hart.”
Officer Hart. The name seems appropriate, seeing as he makes my own heart skip a beat. His size is intimidating, he probably eats people like me for breakfast, yet I can’t help but want to drool. A little bit of danger has always been a turn-on for me, and Officer Hart fits that bill.
He’s not particularly chatty though, and we quickly fall back into silence as he drives us across the city.
