Page 57 of His to Possess

I trailed behind him, watching as he opened the closet and the washer and dryer room, moving to the hallway bathroom.

“You’re checking for the boogeyman?” I asked, half laughing.

He snapped his head in my direction, narrowing his eyes. “You and both know the killer could have your scent and if so, will be coming after you. Now, tell me. What is down this hall?”

“My bedroom and master bath. The guest room. Okay?”

He stormed down the hall, his hand on his weapon.

I waited, shaking my head as I heard the doors being thrown open. When he returned, his expression was more relaxed, but only slightly.

“My scent. You’re still convinced we’re talking about an animal attack.” He was serious about his concerns. My thoughts shifted to the jerk who’d been in my yard.

“What I’m convinced of doesn’t matter. We’re talking about evidence and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“What aren’t you telling me, Maximillian? Who are you really?”

Growling, he took several steps toward me, taking several deep breaths. “You don’t want to know.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I need to know why we seem connected and why…” I swallowed hard, unable to finish my sentence. “You’re right. We need to talk. I’ve learned a few things that trouble me.”

“What things?” he asked as his gaze fell, his glorious dark eyes narrowing.

“I was right, this was no animal attack. The killer snagged his victims from behind, crushing their windpipe. They suffocated before they were… brutalized.”

His breathing was heavy and I could almost feel his mind churning. “Calculated.”

“Yes, and there’s no animal on the planet that can lift a two hundred and fifty pound man off his feet with one hand.” I let him go, nodding toward the dining room table. “Plus, the M.E. sent a few details from the latest victim including details on a foreign substance she found.”

Max followed me toward the computer, huffing when he noticed the broken glass.

“I’ll clean it up in a minute. This is far too important.” He leaned over me as I moved from screen to screen, studying the pictures of the claw marks intently. When I pulled up a shot of the receipt Lois had found in Michael’s mouth, I heard a slight hiss coming from him. “What?”

“Roselake.” He seemed startled as well as angry.

“Yes. Even the M.E. thought it was odd. Something about the lure of werewolves? Funny she would think that. Right?” I didn’t expect anything but chastisement as a reaction. When he was dead quiet, I turned to gaze into his eyes. “You know the place.”

“Who doesn’t? A town of people who keep to themselves.”

“Yeah, well, at least we have a clue, perhaps a place to look.”

He reared back. “That’s farfetched and the ghost story is just that, something to keep the tourists coming in.”

“I’m no fool, Max. I understand, but the M.E. also mentioned that she knows of certain cults where the members believe themselves to be werewolves. She thinks we could be dealing with some initiation.”

He shook his head, glancing in the other direction. “Plausible. Sick but plausible, just as we talked about before.”

“Yeah, and that bothers me.”

“You think she knows more than she told you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m not certain of anything any longer. We need to see if any of our databanks find anything on the blood she found, although it might be tainted and certainly not admissible as evidence even if we find anything.” I typed in the information, pulling the slide she’d sent and using my secure credentials to access every database the department used.

Once again, he leaned over me, studying everything I was doing. The feel of his heated breath across the back of my neck was far too stimulating, creating a pulsing wave between my legs. When my pussy began to throb, I almost jerked up from the chair.

Be a professional.

I bit back a cry when his hand brushed over mine.

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