“Considering it a classic doesn’t work in your favor,” he said flatly.
“We all know you’re going to kill me no matter what I call it.”
“We alldon’tknow that,” Maverick said. “With the current… situation… if you’re not the murderer, we’re not going to be able to kill you.”
I blinked. “What? You hate vampires. There was a whole war because of it.”
“We didn’t start that war, Bloom. We ended it.” Maverick’s voice was blunt.
“So if I didn’t kill Steven, you’re just going to let me go?”
Maverick worked his jaw. “Possibly.”
That answer didn’t exactly excite me.
“Where were you last night around 9 PM?” Rhone asked.
“At the office, doing paperwork. Like always. You guys are just wrapping up a massive deal, in case you didn’t know. You’re about to make a sickening amount of money.”
Maverick’s forehead creased. “You’re Arthur’s assistant. What paperwork do you have? You should just be tracking deadlines and managing a calendar.”
“I do Arthur’s job. You can ask literally anyone I work with and they’ll confirm it.”
“Are the company’s security cameras fast enough to track a vampire’s movement?” Maverick asked Rhone. “That could prove whether or not she was there.
“Our guys are still working on getting the security footage,” the Beta said.
I shook my head. “There are no cameras fast enough to track a vampire’s movement.”
“So, you were at the crime scene at the time of the murder, and you could’ve committed it fast enough not to be seen,” Rhone summarized.
Wow, I needed to shut up.
“Technically yes, but it takes longer than that to fully drain someone, and?—”
Rhone interrupted me. “You have no proof that you didn’t commit the crime.”
“You have no evidence that Ididcommit the crime, either.”
Neither of the men disagreed.
A moment of tense silence passed.
Whatever was going on, I hoped they had at least called the police. The cops wouldn’t intrude on werewolf business without permission, so they weren’t just going to involve themselves.
And so far, I was not impressed with the wolves’ ability to solve a murder. I was their only suspect, and I didn’t kill Steven.
I lowered my back to the floor and went back to staring at the ceiling.
Regretting all of my decisions, too.
“You still haven’t told me why you bit me,” I said.
My fangs ached. So did the rest of me. I was getting dizzy, which was a sure sign that I’d lost way too much blood. I was still bleeding a little, and that couldn’t have helped.
My body would be burning through a lot more blood than usual in an attempt to heal the bite wound, which meant I was going to continue feeling worse until I fed.
I couldn’t imagine a werewolf offering me his wrist or finding me some blood bags, so feeding was unlikely to happen. Instead of killing me, the Alpha could just let me starve to death.
