She wasn’t sure where the sense of security came from given that she didn’t really know them and one of them she’d never even met. She was not naïve enough to think a badge made them harmless.
“Hello detectives, how may I help you?” she asked.
“Mrs. Hayes, Detective Reyes,” Trovatelli motioned to a familiar man with warm brown eyes and a shaved head, “and I wanted to go over the case with you again. And this is our colleague, Zander Tarakesh. He has certain skills that will be beneficial in Dalton’s case.”
Her heart stopped when she looked over at Zander. The detectives were good looking, but…Zander was something else altogether, with his sharp, masculine features and silky, shoulder-length, black hair. His broad, muscled shoulders seemed to take up all the space outside and power poured off him. To say he was gorgeous was an understatement. She was thrust out of her body the moment she met his captivating, sapphire-blue eyes. Something about his intense gaze was familiar. It took several embarrassing moments of ogling the guy before she realized she had seen those eyes a couple nights ago when she and her sister had picked up burritos for dinner. Shockingly, her reaction to him had been the same.
Arousal, hot and insistent, coursed through her to pool in her core. She hid her torso behind her front door to hide how her nipples had hardened. It was unsettling how rapidly she lost control of her body as she began aching for this man. It was a stab to the gut that she was so drawn to this stranger. Her black hole throbbed painfully, making her sick to her stomach. Guilt and shame warred for dominance over the desire in her mind. The conflicting emotions lashed her.
Her sister and friends had told her that it had been over a year and she needed to move on. That was impossible to do when, for her, Dalton was hardly cold in his grave. She made a promise to avenge Dalton if it was the last thing she ever did, and nothing would stand in her way. There was no room for anything or anyone else. She pushed aside her physical symptoms and held her vows to Dalton close to her heart. She loved him, and was going to stay loyal to him the rest of her life.
CHAPTER THREE
Zander was shaking. He was standing on the cracked, concrete step outside Elsie’s apartment. Elsie…her name was delicate like her appearance which was at odds with how she had been scrutinizing him. He wondered what was running through her mind and before he knew what he was doing, had tuned into her thoughts and almost staggered from the grief and loss that hit him.
Humans with their short life spans loved more fiercely and tended to hold on with all they had. This female was no different. Zander, on the other hand, knew nothing about intimate relationships. He had sex with females, but there was nothing deeper than meeting his body’s physical demands. That made him a crass bastard, but his Fated Mate’s soul had never allowed anything else. He wasn’t able to turn his back on that sacred presence.
Sweet honeysuckle brought his attention back to the female before him. Oddly, he wanted to erase the pain from this female. She had suffered horribly and he found he loathed her sadness. This was a first for him, well, another first. It was bad enough that he desired the human but now he wanted to give her affection and comfort.
Suddenly, Orlando turned around and placed both hands on his shoulders. “Relax, Liege. You’re all over the place. We can’t minimize the risk she poses without you,” Orlando whispered, too low for her to hear. Zander was shocked by the statement. He hadn’t been aware that his emotions were so unstable. He needed to remind himself that the empath picked up everything he was feeling and he needed to keep better control.
Zander nodded his appreciation. He heaved a heavy sigh that carried the weight of his agony. His cock ached for a taste of this female, his heart wanted to reach out to her all the while his