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“I banned him from the premises and wrote it up in case he complains bias or some other bullshit.” Parc clarified, and Cross nodded his agreement. "He's a vampire, and yet he's putting the police onto us, the human police. It goes against everything the paranormal world adheres to. I don't understand him or his motivation considering it is all likely to backfire and end up fucking him."
"He sees power, money, and status with the Dominion Coven, so his motivation is simply self-serving. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize that covens the size and influence of Dominion will give him nothing apart from a check for doing a job. He isn't one of them and never will be. The fact he willingly worked against other paranormal groups loses his respect and belief that he could ever be loyal. He fucked himself without even trying." Cross stated without even a hint of sympathy for the little bastard.
"How is it going with your mate?" Cross changed subjects, and his tone lightened.
“He stopped for a visit on his break, and I believe things are progressing nicely." Parc smiled, remembering their few minutes together and how wonderful it was to hold his mate so intimately.
“I’m sorry that this mess with Vic and the Dominion Coven are getting in the way of you courting your mate. It probably wouldn’t be such an issue if he weren’t a cop, but we have to be careful not to let anything slip until you complete your bond and Danny becomes one of us.”
"I mentioned the name Victory Storm to him, hoping he might mention it at the station and maybe shake things up regarding the nuisance calls." Parc thought it might back off whoever is working with Vic and Dominion at the station.
“Did he recognize the name?”
“No.” He shook his head.
"I know he's human and uninitiated, and you want to handle this carefully, but, with that said, it might be wise to bring him on board as soon as possible," Cross said, glancing out the small window at the crowd still filling the main room.
"I believe being apart from him gets harder and harder with each separation. The drive for contact is sometimes overwhelming, and Danny being a cop doesn't make it any easier. I fear for him." Parc admitted.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine. Claim him and amp up his abilities, and he'll be the finest cop this city has ever seen." Cross patted him on the shoulder. "He'll be safe because he has you looking out for him."
Danny finished his shift and was walking to his car when the Sergeant came up beside him. “I looked into that name you gave me.” He said while not making eye contact. “No one has heard of him, and he has no record, so he might have been a customer of no significance apart from his odd name."
"Okay, sir," Danny said and continued in his car.
"Let it go and focus on your job. Leave follow-up to the officers on the street." He stated firmly and caught Danny's gaze.
"Yes, sir." Jeffers stared for a few seconds, then abruptly turned and headed back inside the station. Danny watched him walk away and wondered why that information was so important that he had to chase him out the door to share it.
Jeffers was acting peculiar, and it had all started the night of the raid at Zephyr. By pulling in extra officers for such a nothing complaint, he managed to make it seem so much more than it was. Then the weirdness around the name Victory Storm indicated that he did indeed know the man in some capacity, or at least someone in his circle does.
Danny was new to the station and Cincinnati, but he was not a rookie, and he understood more than they were giving him credit. Now he just had to figure out what he was going to do with it. He changed his usual route home, drove past Zephyr, and remembered his time with Parc in the back room, and a soft moan escaped his lips.
The memory remained sharp to the point he could still smell Parc's scent of heady masculinity. It played on the edge of his mind and filled him with a need that called to him and demanded that the man be his. Parc was not someone to embark on a relationship, especially not a monogamous one, considering where he worked, but Danny couldn't stop himself from dreaming of forever with this man.
The Club was closed now but still looked sharp and vibrant. It was a popular place, and Danny could see why it had prime eye candy available in the staff, and the layout was impressive and quite attractive. Everything was clean, and from what he heard, the booze, all of it, was top shelf. They built a prosperous business, and now it would appear someone was trying to fuck with them.
He was driving out of town and into the east end when his phone went off. He took a quick look, and it was Parc texting him.“Call me when you get home.”
“I will.”He shot back and set his phone aside. The text sent a warmth through him. It felt so good having someone in his life. It might be unrealistic for him to think it, but he believed this was real.
When he pulled into the driveway of his rented home, something felt off. He turned off the engine but sat quietly for a few minutes, watching and listening. Nothing was out of place, but the air felt charged. There was something there, something he could not see.
His gut told him to be careful, so he exited his car slowly with his gun drawn and walked up to his back door. At times like this, he wished he'd installed the cameras he'd bought but left boxed in the closet.
His door was locked as he'd left it, and there were no signs of a forced entry. The scene was clean, and yet he could not dispel the feeling that someone had been inside his house. There was no proof and nothing to report. Danny walked his entire house, and it was closed up tight just as he’d left it that morning.
He was beginning to think his instinct was becoming paranoid when he noticed an empty water bottle in the kitchen trash. He didn't have any bottled water in the house, and he definitely wouldn't have that high-end expensive bottle of water. It was pushed down in the trash, but they didn't hide it well enough. Someone had been inside, so his first call was to the landlord.
Parc waited, and no call. It was nearly eight o'clock, and his mate should be home. He began pacing his apartment, and then it hit him. The emotions washed over him. It was an uneasiness, and it was coming right from Danny. The feeling was strong enough that it flooded Parc's awareness, and he knew something was wrong.
He picked up his phone and called, and Danny answered after three rings. "What's wrong? I can feel your discomfort." Parc spoke with barely restrained panic. The vibe coming across the phone deepened his concern.
"I don't know." He said haltingly, and Parc could tell that he was searching his house.
“What are you looking for?”
"I got an intense feeling like someone was in my space or had been. Nothing is missing or moved, but there's a bottle of water in the trash." Danny was giving him bits and pieces.
