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Mr. Constantinople, Sloane Brac is going in front of a judge for bond in the morning. If you—”
“No. I won’t go home and just wait around like a good little wife. By the way, does your boss know you talk to people like that?”
Oh shit. Chance hurried to the counter when he saw the cop rise up out of his seat from behind the desk. The man’s face had turned to stone, and small veins were popping on the side of the man’s temple. D was five seconds away from being tossed in the slammer. Cops didn’t take being threatened lightly.
“D,” Chance said as he walked to the counter, “calm down.”
“You know this man?” the cop asked.
“He’s a friend.”
“Well, I suggest you get your friend out of here before he finds himself in cuffs.” The cop eyed Chance and then Chauncey, a disgusted look on his face.
“Oh, threatening me with the cuffs, are ya?” D said as he slammed his fists down once more. Tiny spider cracks formed on the counter under the palms on D’s hands. He might be a short shit, but vampires were pretty damn strong. Inhumanly strong. The cop didn’t need to wonder how D was cracking the counter.
“I’ve never seen you riled like this, D,” Chauncey said as he chuckled. “You’re a cute little thing when you’re mad.”
Chance threw his hand over D’s mouth when D bared his fangs at Chauncey. He’d never seen the vamp this riled up either. D was like a little spitfire. Unfortunately the little spitfire was about to become a crispy critter come morning if he managed to get himself locked up.
Vampires didn’t burn to ashes and then die, but damn if they didn’t blister like a son of a bitch. “Let’s go, D.”
“No, I’m not leaving my mate.”
“You keep using that word,” the cop said. “Explain what it means.”
Chance leaned into D, whispering so only the vamp could hear him. “If you go to jail, Sloane is going to watch his mate burn in the morning light. Do you want him to see that and feel helpless to do a damn thing about it?”
That took some of the wind out of D’s sail. He looked as if he hadn’t quite thought that far ahead. His face fell slightly as he looked from Chance to the cop behind the desk. The anger was still etched around D’s eyes, but his shoulders slumped. “Fine, I’ll wait until morning.”
Chance held his breath, praying the cop didn’t insist on them telling him what a mate was. The cop looked relieved that D was relenting. He took a seat back behind the desk and started ignoring them. The other officers stood by the counter, watching Chance and Chauncey march D from the station.
Chance shouted as D ran for the counter, yelling at the cops to give him his mate. Chauncey grabbed the little shit around his waist and hauled D from his feet, carrying him outside. Chance saw every last cop in the place with their hands resting on the butt of their guns.
“Keep him away from here or I’ll throw his ass in jail the next time I see him,” the cop behind the desk bellowed as Chance nodded. He could see the cop was itching to arrest D, and Chance wasn’t pushing the man.
“I’ll keep him away.” He walked outside, seeing D yelling at Chauncey as his twin kept an arm around D’s waist. Chance had never seen the small vampire so riled up before. D’s pale face was flushed, and he squirmed in Chauncey’s arms, trying his best to break free.
“What’s gotten into you?” Chance asked as he hid the smile. Chauncey, for once, was looking pretty damned pissed. He knew his twin saw the cops going for their guns just like he did.
D’s head snapped around as he glared at Chance. “He’s my mate. I want him home.”
Chance shook his head. “There’s more to it than that, D. Spill.”
The vampire finally slumped in Chauncey’s arms. When he looked up at Chance, his eyes were almost black. Not just the irises, but the entire orbs. Chance had never seen D’s eyes do that before. They looked like two black marbles as the man stared at him. “I