❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞
❝𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞
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She never wanted to associate further with the family business than she had in the past but the deathly threats in Beacon Hills asked for an ally. One that knew t...
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𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 — season three, episode twenty-one "THE FOX AND THE WOLF"
Hours ago, the sun started to rise behind the horizon, colouring the midnight blue sky in hues of orange, yellow and a faint red. It was one of the many beautiful moments in Beacon Hills; something you had to witness to believe it.
Tapping the white tissue against the sweaty and wrinkled forehead; it was an attempt to gather the blood that ran down parts of his face from the hard impact of Kincaid's attack. With the manicured fingernails, she brushed the blonde strands out of his face. The soft skin of her bottom lip was pulled inside and trapped between her teeth; eyebrows pulled tightly together in deep concentration as she didn't want to hurt him further.
The Deputy was leaned back in his chair, one of his arms propped up on the dark wooden table. A large hand was placed on the right side of his skull to hold up his head while being treated by the trained hunter. She was used to those situations; stitching small slits from knives or disinfecting much bigger wounds and wrapping herself in bandages.
The Shugendo Scroll was in the possession of the McCall Pack and almost immediately brought to the Animal Clinic for further inspections by Deaton. The information about this little piece of paper came from the veterinarian; it was the first plan that somehow worked out without needing another or basing their success on luck.
" Was that man involved with Katashi? " Jordan questioned the Argent, the tips of his finger caressing over his temple to treat the headache that started to spread as he opened his lids after being unconscious. The blonde's eyebrows raised at his sudden question, freeing her bottom lip from the strong bite of her teeth when the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile.
" I don't know. I've never met Katashi or been in contact with him. " Amber shrugged her shoulders as she leaned back from the Deputy's figure. Gathering the used pads from the desk, she threw them into the bin underneath the wooden table, rubbing her sweaty hands together. For a moment, she was in utter shock; a disturbing thought crossed her mind when she stepped down the staircase and saw his unmoving body. Unconsciousness settled in quickly after the strong strike with a hard objective.
Cold and small hands grabbed the edge of the table, seating herself on the table that belonged to the strill struggling Deputy next to her. Jordan's rather stunning green orbs followed her movements as he couldn't imagine a much more beautiful person to treat his wounds and be his personal nurse. Strong and stubby fingers ran through the small auburn strands on his head that were completely messed up; some of the locks stuck to his sweaty forehead.
Footsteps of a pair of boots boomed against the tiles on the ground; two officer's walked out of the room that held the cells for suspects, followed closely by male figures. One with short black hair, the other with a mess of slightly grey strands. Head tilted over her shoulder, she peered at the former suspects of the Katashi murder investigation; an eyebrow arched in surprise as she didn't expect to see them so soon again.
