Time for another snippet to fit the weekly theme for Twitter’s #1lineWed. Today is all about being **Free/Freedom**. To set up the scene for this snippet, Smoke has been arrested for…reasons. 😉 Enter Clarice Shepherd, the Dallas attorney on retainer. She smuggled in a little device that emitted a subsonic sound to defeat any recording devices the cops might have forgotten to turn off. So…here ya go:
Clarice stared. Then her lips thinned and her eyes glinted with ice. “Fuckers.” She inhaled deeply, showing off her very fine chest to great effect. “The Russian is not going to be very happy about this.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“At least you’re smart. You kept your mouth shut and asked for me. Are you ready to get this circus started?”
I nodded, wondering if my ears were bleeding from the subsonic whine. “Yeah.”
She flicked the off button with a long, red nail and I breathed in relief. Clarice did her runway-model walk over to the window and tapped on it. Then she leaned in, shifting her face from side-to-side checking her makeup. I choked back a laugh as the door opened.
The first one through was Leigh. She looked pissed. And smelled jealous. My wolf liked that. The ATF agent, still nursing his hard-on for me, and a DPD detective followed her.
Clarice moved around behind me and stood, a hand on my shoulder. Leigh’s eye twitched and the acrid scent of vinegar wafted from her. I schooled my expression but my wolf was running in circles. She was definitely jealous.
For almost an hour, the cop and the ATF jerk asked questions. Clarice answered for me. Whenever I even twitched like I was going to open my mouth, she squeezed my shoulder. My eyes were almost watering from the vinegar and burnt toast scents swirling in the room.
Leigh was back to leaning against the door and she jumped when someone rapped on it sharply. All eyes went to her and she opened the door a crack. There was a whispered conversation. In wolf form, my ears would have swiveled to hear. In human form, I just listened. Huh. All those witnesses saying I was a hero. How I kicked open chained exit doors. How I carried people out. How I saved their lives. That was the truth but the woman meant to be my mate would never see that side of me. She saw only the criminal. Whatever.
Leigh came over, unlocked the handcuffs. “You’re free to go. For now.”
As long as she lived, I’d never be free. And that sucked donkey balls.
Any of you have free words to share? I’d hoped to have this book released by now. As it sometimes happens, Real Life got in the way. Even if I don’t sleep for the rest of the week, it will be out by Friday.