Mythical Link ▸ Link Neal {Book One}

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"So, since you're not going to tell me anything about Teegan... tell me this," Rhett folded himself so that his face was close to Jackson's. "What possessed you to kill an innocent child?"

He had been trying to question Jackson for the past half hour and he was yielding nothing. All he was receiving were glares of disdain and the occasional sarcastic comment. Nothing that was of use to Rhett.

Jackson stared at Rhett unblinking, his fierce dark eyes harboring irritation.

"What possesses you to think you're law enforcement? I don't have to tell you anything," he snapped.

Rhett scoffed, rolling his eyes. He didn't expect anything less than a snide remark, and he had prepared himself for it this time.

"You're correct. I'm not law enforcement. But do you want to know who I am? I'm Rhett James McLaughlin, and I'm about to personally hand your ass to Teegan if you don't start talking right now."

Jackson laughed, and it was a harsh and bitter sound. It contained no humor or traces of genuity. Rhett had every urge pulsing through his muscles to haul off and smack him.

"You have no way of contacting him, you idiot. I'm not afraid of you, for your information Rhett James McLaughlin," he sneered. "I happen to be the wolf in this scenario, not the helpless little sheep that could easily become my snack."

It was Rhett's turn to laugh, but he actually thought it was funny. There was no way Jackson could shift in Link's house now that the curtains had been put up, all because of the wonderful concoction of nightshade and solar power.

Rhett pursed his lips after he finished laughing, giving a slight nod.

"Good point, but you failed to notice that my best friend has a weapon against you. Against y'all. His voice," Rhett said dangerously as Jackson arched his eyebrow. "Link's scream can make a ghost shiver, and it can make the skin melt right off of your bones," Rhett pushed a finger into Jackson's chest. "Don't think for one second that I won't have him use it to tell Teegan exactly where you are." Rhett pulled away from Jackson and started pacing back and forth in front of him.

Jackson's eyes followed him as he paced, pure amusement laced in them.

"Do you know why a wolf howls?" Rhett posed, not too pleased that he hadn't received any sort of response from his threat.

Jackson rolled his eyes.

"To signal its location to the pack," he droned with boredom in his tone. "It's too bad you're not a wolf, Rhett."

Rhett stopped pacing abruptly, his eyes narrowing.

"Although... you know how the fox and hound ended."

"Excuse you?" Rhett asked, tilting his head to the side as he stepped toward him again. Jackson snickered, and Rhett brought his hand up to hit him, but controlled himself. His curiosity was piqued about what Jackson had meant. Wasn't he supposed to be the one getting Jackson to talk, not the other way around? Rhett felt like he was being played.

Jackson smirked.

"You didn't know about your wife? The fox?"

Rhett's nostrils flared and he backhanded Jackson, the sound like the crack of a whip. Jackson growled as he spat blood out of his mouth onto the white carpet, but he couldn't shift thankfully. Rhett would have been dead meat at that point, and the barrier Link's house now contained was his only saving grace.

Rhett gripped Jackson hard by the shoulders, his green eyes rippling with rage.

"What the hell did you say about Jessie?" Spit flew from his mouth as he shouted, and Jackson turned his head away with a grimace. Rhett took him by the chin and forced his face forward, another growl ripping through his chest. "Knock it off with the tough wolf act. I'm not buying it. Tell me what you meant by my wife before I kill you in cold blood!"