Kiana
I stared at Officer Jones’s blank face as he held the door open to the station. The sharp metallic smell of blood overwhelmed my senses as I stepped closer. Willa grabbed my arms but was careful not to say anything. Janelle had been very clear that the officers would remember everything we said.
This was the man who’d beat Troy. There wasn’t a mark on him. My mate really was trying to play by the rules.
In a game where no one was playing by the rules, it would get him killed. “I find it alarming, Officer Jones,” I said loudly. “That my husband has been beaten but there’s no one in the cell with him. I’m sure you have an explanation for this.”
“No, ma’am,” he said woodenly. The spell would only allow him to say yes or no.
“I see. When my husband’s lawyer arrives, I’m sure he’ll b
