Mina does not have a guy. She couldn’t,my roiling gut decided.
And if she does, we’ll kill him,my dragon chimed in.
The cop leaned in and traded kisses with Mina. And not just harmless air kisses. The bastard made full contact with her cheeks each time.
A snarl built in my chest even before the wind carried his scent to me.
Wolf shifter,my dragon grumbled.
A secondary scent clung to the first, and I nearly snarled. The scent of desire.
He wanted Mina. Bad.
Bene grabbed my arm before I could charge over and roast that ass alive.
“Nice of you to stop by,” Mina said, all sweet and shiny-eyed. Not at all the way she treated us.
Yeah, well, the cop probably didn’t torch her forest, sneak around her attic, or punch her,Bene whispered into my mind.
That was an accident, dammit!Roux grunted.
I slammed a wall over my thoughts and focused on that jerk of an officer, who looked like he ought to be starring inBaywatchinstead of policing a tiny town in the French countryside.
Yeah, well, he’ll be starring in his own mystery soon,my dragon growled.
I pictured him lying in a pool of blood somewhere behind a barn. Better yet, a haystack.
“Unfortunately, I’m here on business.” When he looked up, his expression changed instantly, regarding us like inmates and not law-abiding citizens.
Okay, maybelaw-abidingwas pushing it, but still.
“You have guests, I see,” he growled, not at all pleased.
“Clients,” Mina hurried to tell him.
The word stabbed at my heart. I didn’t want to be a client. I wanted to be more.
“Clients?”
Mina nodded firmly. “Clients. Can I invite you in for a drink?”
He shook his head. “No time, sadly. I’m here in response to reports of a fire.”
“Fire?” Mina pasted on a fake smile.
Boy, was she a bad liar. Good thing Mr. Law and Order was more focused on glaring at us.
Bene’s fingers dug into my shoulder as he tugged me aside. I resisted, then realized moving upwind wasn’t such a bad idea. Especially as a dragon shifter at the scene of suspected arson.
“Yes, a fire. In the woods. You didn’t notice?” the officer asked.
“Oh.Thatfire.” She gulped, then played it down. “I did. My clients were kind enough to go out and check it.”
“They did, did they?” Officer Baywatch grumbled.
Roux nodded. “I’m no expert, but it looked like a lightning strike to me. The fire was already out when we got there.”
“Lightning, huh?” The policeman eyed him suspiciously.
