The overwhelming smell of sweat assaulted her. She could hear the sound of chewing gum from the room behind her, the one-way mirror reflecting behind her. Although she wanted to leave and get this over with, after interrogating so many people, Eden knew making the interrogee nervous was the way to go.
She leaned on the table that separated her from the burly, despicable man in front of her. Calm and quiet demeanor, a permanent frown etched on his weathered face, and yet, he was sweating profusely. He was a man who had seen plenty of action in his life, and so far, no one could get a word out of him.
"So, I'm a Taurus and I love sleeping, plus I LOVE watching the Bachelorette!"
The sound of chewing gum stopped, replaced by a snicker, followed by the sound of a smack. All from the other side of the mirror. A grin formed on Eden's face, but then quickly disappeared.
"How about you, Mr. Amos? What can you tell me about yourself?"
Silence.
Eden raised an eyebrow as she sneered, going in for the kill. "Do you like little boys, Mr. Amos? Do you enjoy perving on children?" She then leaned in further, mere inches from his face.
Mr. Amos's heartbeat increased. It sounded like a rabid animal trying to escape its cage- and yet his face didn't betray his wild heartbeat. Yet she could see the sweat rolling from the back of his ear, a slow drop making its way over his jugular. Backing away, she enjoyed his reaction and then struck, slamming the table from beside him.
"Talk to me, Amos. Tell me the truth, why were you at Sergeant Malcolm's house on Thursday night? To rob him blind or because you wanted to have time to spy on his 5-year-old?"
She leaned forward- closing in. "If you lie to me, I'll rip your throat out so painstakingly slow, you'll beg for death." The inhuman part of her peeked through, a low growl mixing with her voice. "Now answer me truthfully. Did you kill Sgt. Malcolm?"
Edited version of "The Protector."
Excerpt:
"You are my mate," he said to her coldly.
Tracy looked at him intensely. "What does that mean in werewolf?" She asked curiously.
"It means that you are my soulmate.'"
"You don't sound happy about it." Tracy said cocking her head to the side. Closely studying his features, she briefly considered what it would be like to be a Luna.
"Honestly, I could care less. My plan was to announce a mate this evening. You conveniently showed up. I don't intend to change my ways. I can have any woman I want, anytime I want her. You're mine by right, so get over it."
"I am not anyone's property. Especially not yours." Tracy said firmly, hiding her tormented feelings. "I refused to be used. "she said angrily.
Crowding Tracy's body with his arms, he boxed her in against the bookcase and growled. "I own you."
"Really? I don't see 'Property of Douche Bag' written here." Tracy said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. Jonathan's scent was strong, arousing the tickle in her nose. The heat from his muscular frame drew her body closer. Holding firmly, she refused to melt into him.
Jonathan dropped his heavy gaze to the rapid pulse beating visible on her pulsing neck. Stroking a single finger over the spot where his mark would be, he caused her to shiver.
"That can be rectified." he said seductively.
"Try it and I'll muzzle you." She snapped.
Jonathan's green eyes darkened. lunging forward, he grabbed Tracy by the throat and pulled her forward. Elongating his teeth, Tracy remained calm.
"You shouldn't have done that." she chuckled. Feeling the powers surge through her veins, her grey eyes glowed a burning silver. "You really shouldn't have."