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The officer on the receiving end of his temper grinned lazily while shoveling a donut into his mouth, smirking while he smacked his lips.
“Son!” Dad demanded in my ear. “What are the charges?”
“Possession of narcotics.”
His reaction, though explosive, was nothing compared to what happened just feet away. A burst of movement brought my head up, and I watched in astonishment as Prism leaped over the desk to crash his fist in the face of the grazing cop.
The abruptness of his outburst brought the entire station to a screeching halt, incredulousness blanketing the room. It lasted for maybe a heartbeat before shouts, stomping feet, and all types of movement erupted.
Dad continued to yell in my ear as I watched Prism draw his arm back again to deliver another blow. An officer nearby reached for his belt.
“Prism, no!” I shouted. The phone banged against the edge of the desk when I tossed it, shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor as I threw myself between Prism and the officers converging on him.
Amazingly, he listened, dropping his fist and turning to seek me out. Intensity burned in his eyes, but it wasn’t anger. It was more like distress. Like he was a cornered animal with nothing left to lose.
What the fuck did they do to him?
A uniform reached out, roughly hauling him away from the cop he’d just punched, and Prism started thrashing, frantically trying to get away.
Someone grabbed my arm, but I shook them off and rushed the remaining space between us. Even though he was wild, I reached for him anyway, bracing myself for any hits I might take.
“Back up,” barked the officer attempting to restrain him.
The guy was a tool. And under-muscled compared to Prism. So much so that he was about to be Prism’s next victim if I didn’t stop him first.
I leveled my eyes on the cop, letting him see this was going to happen. “Let me.”
His nod was clipped, and I inwardly congratulated him on being the least-dumb asshole in this place. I moved fast, curling my hand around Prism’s waist as the restraining cop let go. The momentum of his struggle pushed him into me, and I used my body as a buffer for his. His muscles locked so tight they nearly vibrated, and the second he fell into me, he tried to recoil. I locked my arms, pulling him in tight.
“Relax,” I said against his ear. “Relax. Relax. Relax.”
His body stiffened then stilled, forehead pressing into my shoulder. Sliding one hand into his mussed hair, I kneaded roughly against his scalp, pushing my lips right against his ear. “I got you now. Relax.”
“Say it again,” he whimpered, voice muffled against my chest.
My body swelled, rising to his desperation, and I squeezed him even closer. “I got you. Relax.”
His arm snaked around my waist, the pads of his fingers digging into my back.
“Relax,” I murmured. “Relax. Relax.”
His body shuddered and gave out against mine.
“There you go, princess,” I whispered, tucking my head down so my voice was only for him.
“I screwed up,” he said after a moment. The upset in his voice chained itself around my heart.
He did screw up, but it didn’t matter, and I’d never add to the punishment he was already dishing out to himself. “The asshole deserved it,” I told him.
An officer brandishing cuffs approached, but his footsteps stalled when I smacked him with my cold gaze. I realized then that the entire place was silent and staring. Phones went unanswered, and no one moved.
I kept the man back with my stare while Prism hid his face and fought for control. I had no idea what the fuck happened, but I didn’t care.
The detective who granted me the phone call cleared his throat and stepped near. “You just earned a night in a holding cell, son. Might not have been able to hold you for the drugs, but assaulting an officer is a class-one felony.”
Prism was pulled from my arms, followed by the now-familiar sound of cuffs being slapped on his wrists for the second time tonight. His eyes flickered with emotion I couldn’t name, but just because I didn’t know it didn’t mean it couldn’t cut me to the core.
“What about me?” I asked, forcing my eyes to the detective.
