Page 84 of Hell’s Weapon

“Damn. The room searches didn’t turn up anything either. Wherever they are stashing the murder weapons, they are doing it fucking well.” Her nostrils flare and the temperature momentarily spikes as her dragon rises to the surface.

The staff are feeling the frustration as much as I am with how this human keeps evading us.

“We’ll catch them,” I state. “Are you able to allocate one guard to each of the suspects in the cells? I want eyes on them twenty-four seven.”

“We’re releasing them?” she asks, surprised like Tarron.

I relay the plan that I just ran through with my second before leaving Zafihra to get on with reallocating the team.

“I’m going to take a shower and grab a nap before the night shift kicks in. I want to brief the Officers before they start and I’ll stay up incase anything suspicious happens,” I tell Tarron before taking off up the stairs.

“Okay boss, you got it,” he calls after me but I’m already rounding the landing.

Reaching my room, I strip down and step into my ensuite, turning on the shower and letting the water heat up. The afternoon has already given way to the evening, and I’d love nothing more than to seek out Tacita again and just curl up with her. Images of letting her stroke me and pet me in my panther form fill me with a want so deep it’s a physical ache. I’ve not let anyone fuss me as a cat before, except for my parents when I was young, but now the idea is in my head I yearn to make it a reality.

The hot water soothes some of the tiredness in my body as it rinses the red stains off my skin. My mind shifts to Tacita and I wonder if I will see her tonight. She’ll probably want an update but she can’t always sneak away. She has to make it sporadic to not blow her cover.

The thought of getting her alone again heats my body more than the water pounding against my back. What I wouldn’t give for a night off and some time away from this facility to properly spend with the female that’s come into my life and upended it like a wrecking ball.

My cock springs to attention but I don’t give in to the temptation to jerk off. I want the real thing, not just my fantasies.

Stepping out of the shower, I reach for a towel on the rack only to realise I’ve left it hanging on the back of the door in my room. Wiping the excess water off my body, my dick still nearly at full mast I pull the door to the ensuite open and walk across the room.

I’m wrapping the towel around my waist when a voice from behind makes me jump out of my skin.

“Okay, I can see what she likes about you. Demons are packing some interesting junk. I bet that flared head feels nearly as good as my metal.” Wyatt stands in the shadows of the room, in the gap of wall between the window and the wardrobe.

“How the fuck–” I start. “No, why? Why the fuck are you in my room?”

Chapter 27

Tacita

Earlier that day.

Entering my room, I’m met with two empty beds and no hint of Milo anywhere. I’m guessing he stayed with Wyatt again tonight and even though I have an urge to go and make sure they are both safe I’m also wanting to put off the conversation I know I need to have with them both. So instead, I take a shower and sleep for a few hours.

In the morning, I knock on Wyatt’s door before heading down to breakfast but am met with silence. Today is our day without any classes so I was hoping they’d sleep in a little longer but I’m outa luck.

Calling in on Seffy instead, she does answer the door. I have to wait a few minutes for her to finish getting ready but I don’t mind–I’d rather not walk into the canteen alone today.

I’m taken by surprise as I step into Seffy’s room. Somehow she’s managed to procure some paints as her walls are decorated in various shades of pink, purple and yellow. It's not a solid colour either. She’s painted flowers, tons and tons of them.

“Wow, when did you do all of this?” I ask, taking a closer look at the walls.

“I started it after we’d been here for a few days, and just keep adding to it whenever I get time, especially since my roommate has shacked up with her team. She’s moved to the other dormitory building,” she informs me as she rustles around in her bathroom.

“It’s really creative, I love it.” The loudness reminds me of my apartment. It’s decorated with bold colour and statement pieces. I feel a sudden longing for the space I’ve not been to in months. Hopefully, when this job is done I can return to it for several months without needing to travel.

“Urgh, they’ve not restocked the tampons. I don’t suppose you have any left I could steal?” Seffy appears in the doorway.

“Er… yes. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen some in my room,” I tell her.

“Haven’t you needed to use any?” she asks, her ponytail swinging as her head cocks. “We’ve been here well over a month.”

“Oh.” I quickly dig through my brain for knowledge on the human reproductive system. “I got the shot thingy just before I got arrested, I should be good for another month.”

In truth, I won’t get my next cycle for a couple months yet, demons only get two periods a year. And mine are lighter because I am indeed on our contraceptive, a ritual I have to do each time my cycle shows up.