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The Agency only has oneinterrogation room. It looks like all the interrogation rooms you see in cop shows on TV—a small white room with a large one-way mirror. It has a single table and three chairs—one behind the table and two facing it on the other side.
Sitting in the lone chair handcuffed to the table sits one of the men from my vision. I remember his name is Sabin. The woman, Galina, must be locked up in the holding cell. Sabin glares daggers at Nick and me when we enter the room. I’m not fazed by his anger. I’ve been in on an interrogation once before. I was attacked by werewolves, and we questioned the one that didn’t get away. Let’s just say that my mindreading abilities came in handy during questioning. I’m hoping for a repeat tonight.
“This is bullshit!” Sabin shouts as Nick and I take our seats across from him. “I didn’t do shit! You’ve got no proof.”
Nick’s jaw is clenched, and his hands are balled into tight fists. He’s still enraged. He’s staring down the killer of his friend. More than that, Nick felt responsible for Christov. Christov was the only other dragon on the entire continent. He was Nick’s family.
“It’s definitely him,” I murmur, placing my hand over the top of Nick’s fist. “He was wearing a mask, but the voice and stature are right.”
Sabin spits in my direction. “You don’t know shit, bitch.”
While I wipe the spit from my face with my sleeve, Nick lunges across the table and grabs Sabin by the throat. “Disrespect her again, and I’ll rip your head off.”
Sabin couldn’t answer Nick even if he tried, because Nick has completely cut off his air supply. “Nick,” I say softly.“Gorgeous.”
I pull his shoulder back, snapping him out of his rage and forcing him to let go of Sabin. He blinks at me and sucks in a sharp breath through his nose. “Do you need to let me handle this one?” I ask.
He glares at me. “I’m not leaving you in here alone with him.”
“I’m sure Director West or Parker would swap places with you if you’re feeling too close to this one.”
I get another dirty look, but Nick takes a deep breath and calms down. “I can handle it.”
I give him another moment to be sure, and when he nods, I look at Sabin. “We need to know who hired you to capture the water dragon.”
The man scowls. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“We know you killed Christov Petrovich,” I say.
Sabin shakes his head. “You have no proof.”
“I have a witness,” Nick growls, nodding his head toward me. “That’s all the proof I need.”
Sabin narrows his eyes on me, then huffs. “I’m not telling you shit.”
I sigh. “We’ll do this the hard way, then. Tell me who hired you.”
I reach across the table to grab his hand. The moment I come into contact with his skin, I’m bombarded with his thoughts, but they aren’t what I’m expecting. I don’t get the name of the man I’m looking for, because Sabin is concentrating very hard on song lyrics. “Who are you working for?” I demand again. The singing only gets louder in my brain.
I pull back. He’s obviously on to me. Using my gift isn’t going to work this time. Maybe Nick will get to beat the confession out of him after all.
“Who is it?” Nick demands.
I shake my head. “He didn’t think it. He’s singing ‘99 Bottles of Beer.’”
Nick frowns and Sabin puffs out his chest, wearing a satisfied smirk. “That’s right. I’ve heard all about Gorgeous’s little pet psychic with the mind-reading powers. You’ll never get what you’re looking for from me.”
The second he throws down the challenge, my siren rises up inside me. She doesn’t like that she’s not getting what she wants. The power washes over me, and I shiver from the intensity of it. The urge to use it is too tempting. I can’t resist. “Sabin,” I whisper, the name a purr from my lips.
His eyes instantly glaze over. He doesn’t stand a chance against my power. He doesn’t even try. My siren responds to his compliance. She loves having him under her control.
A hunger starts to grow in my belly, and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting his soul. All I can think about is devouring him. I hum with pleasure and lick my lips.
“Nora?” Gorgeous’s voice pricks at the back of my mind, but it doesn’t break my concentration. “Can you ask him to tell you who he works for?”
An image of Sabin killing Christov flashes in my head, and my hunger grows. My siren is a vengeful creature, and she wants to make this man suffer for hurting Nick’s family. Nick is mine, and I protect what is mine. “Who do you work for?” I ask.
Sabin gulps. “Galina.”
