Detective Thatcher interrupted. “Why don’t we all have a seat and you can tell these…special investigators what you know about Sarah Hill. What you told me.”
Pulling her gaze away from the sexy beast in front her, Kate retook her seat. Detective Thatcher and Ren sat across from her at the table, but Dev took the seat beside her. She couldn’t help her surreptitious glance to see if he was wearing a wedding ring and was happier than she should have been to see none. It took everything in her not to reach out and touch him again. Or scoot her chair closer. Was she dreaming?
She pinched the back of her hand. Ouch. Very much awake.
“Kate, please tell us what you can.” Dev’s voice was encouraging, but his eyes were smoldering, like he was hungry. For her.
What the hell? Get a grip, Kate! Getting her brain to formulate a coherent thought was challenging.
After several moments, Kate pulled it together and spent the next fifteen minutes relaying everything to Dev and Ren. They listened with rapt attention, asking questions, taking notes. She took care to look at Dev as little as possible, as every time she did, she seemed to stumble over her words and all thought escaped her.
They genuinely seemed to believe her, which was a relief. Maybe she could help Sarah Hill after all.
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Dev
As Dev listened to Kate retell her dream, he had a hard time concentrating on her words. He was in awe of her. Her scent was driving him out of his damned mind. The soft thud of her pulse beneath her fair, porcelain skin was mouthwateringly enticing. He had to fight with his entire being to keep his fangs from descending. And the fact that she wasn’t looking at him nearly enough was driving him absolutely fucking crazy. He wanted to stare into her mesmerizing eyes forever.
She was more than he’d imagined his Moira to be. She was stunningly beautiful, deliciously curvy in all the right places and her skin softer than the finest silk. All he could think about was being inside her sweet body. His dick was as hard as steel and he’d had to reposition it many times throughout the conversation. He wanted to possess her. Completely. Thoroughly. Now.
He warred with himself on how to handle this situation. It was delicate. Not that she was delicate. He had a feeling she was going to give him a run for his money. He was actually terrified of scaring her off. Him—terrified. Never thought he would see the day. The man in him knew he needed to take it slowly with her, court her, gain her trust. The pure animal in him, however, vowed he would never let her out of his sight. Ever. Her wants and feelings be damned.
After she’d described the whole dream in detail, he asked, “Is there anything else you can remember about the setting or her captors, anything unique at all that you haven’t told us?”
Kate’s eyes shifted toward the floor. “No, no…that’s everything I can remember.”
Ohhhh, his Kate was holding something back. His Kate. She was nervous. He needed to gain her trust so she would confide in him completely. Give herself to him completely.
Two things were crystal clear.
This exquisite woman was his and she was a dreamwalker. She didn’t know how special that made her. Or how much danger that put her in. Dev made a swift decision.
“Kate, based on what you’ve told us, I think you’re in grave danger and will need to be remanded into protective custody until we can locate Sarah.”
Detective Thatcher started to protest and Ren looked at him as though he’d grown two heads. Kate simply gaped at him for a moment before a stubborn look crossed her beautiful features and she did exactly what he thought she would.
“That’s not necessary, Detective.”
Okay, let’s try wooing. “Dev. Please call me Dev.”
“Okay. That’s not necessary, Dev. In fact, that’s about the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. Why on earth would I need to be in protective custody? I can assure you I am in no danger.” She laughed.
Detective Thatcher abruptly stood, a violent look on his face. “She’s right. That isn’t necessary, Detective.” Snarly much?
Asshole was living a little too close to the edge. He mentally shrugged. Oh well, his death. Dev didn’t even acknowledge Thatcher, keeping his gaze locked with Kate’s.
Right, animal instinct it was. “Oh, I assure you, love, it’s quite necessary.”
“What the hell are you doing, Dev? Police custody? Love?” Ren spoke to him telepathically.
“Fuck off,” Dev growled and continued.
“Kate, I’m afraid this is a serial kidnapper and murderer we’re dealing with and we’ve been trying to catch him for years. I don’t want you to be in his crosshairs once he discovers you have come forward with information that may help us track him down. He’s dangerous. He’s left too many bodies in his wake. I don’t want you to be one of them.” He wouldn’t let her be one of them.