Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“What the hell are you doing just popping in here anyway?” The Captain asked angrily. Even if someone on the force could teleport, we technically weren’t allowed to.
I opened my mouth to admit that I had been too shaken by the crime scene to drive, but Nigel answered first. “We caught a break in the case and I wanted to return as quickly as possible to investigate it.” I appreciated that he didn’t bring up my freak-out at the scene. I could trust him with my secrets and well-being.
Any remaining animosity seemed to melt from the Captain’s face. “A break? That’s great news! What is it?”
Nigel told him about what he could remember of the incantation, and Mullins agreed that it sounded promising. “But I can’t remember it all,” Nigel lamented. “We need to find the original text for the full break.”
“Follow me,” Mullins stated, jerking his head to the side. “I’ll set you up in an interrogation room with laptops so you can research.”
But Nigel just shook his head. “I’m afraid that won’t work.” At the Captain’s confused glance, he explained, "What we’re looking for won’t be online. Even though it'll make our job more difficult, it's for the best. Some things shouldn't be easily accessible. There’s only one place where we're going to find what we need. I wanted to tell you that we’d be off the premises for a while before we left.”
Mullins surprised me by replying, “I’ll go with you. Let me tell the other officers about my absence, and I’ll be right back.”
He left us alone in the room and it was only a moment before Nigel spoke up. “When we were transporting, I felt something between us.”
My heart thumped wildly at his admission, and how easily he made it. I couldn’t deny that I’d felt a spark as well. I enjoyed the feel of his arms around me, and his body against mine.
But before I could voice my nervous agreement, Nigel’s gaze met mine when he added, “Pressing into me.”
Oh. Oh no. Because I enjoyed the feel of his body against mine, my body couldn’t help but react. My blood had pooled south, and my manhood had thickened. But I never dreamed that Nigel noticed, much less felt it against him. My skin burned hot as my entire face blushed, and my mind scrambled for an excuse to run out of the room and never return.
But I was surprised and relieved at his follow-up question of, “Do you have a wand?”
I let out an audible sigh of relief over the fact that he wasn’t asking about the “wand” that nature had blessed me with; but rather, an actual device.
“I do, actually.” I reached into my suit jacket pocket and retrieved the thin rod of wood I carried there. “My brother got it for me.”
Nigel narrowed his eyes. “But…you can’t use it, right?” I nodded. “So, your brother…was he taking the piss?” When I furrowed my brow, Nigel clarified, “Was he poking fun at you?”
“Oh.” I understood his theory, and it was likely that some brothers would do that to each other. But not Micah. “No, nothing like that. He got it for me for my protection.”
Nigel looked no less confused, so I added, “You know that humans outnumber us, so a lot of our cases involve them." Not all of our cases involved magical or paranormal beings. Sometimes we’d lend a hand to our brothers in the human police force, especially when dealing with difficult mysteries or if there was magic somehow involved.
I continued, "They have no way of knowing that I can’t use my wand. So when they see it, they assume powers come with it. They tend to respect me more and listen better, and situations de-escalate without me having to draw the firearm I carry."
A smirk slowly drew up Nigel's lips. "So it's a cute distraction."
"Oh, fuck you," I grumbled playfully, unable to hide the smile of my own. Even if he was 'taking the piss', he still called me cute.
We sank into silence once more and as every minute we waited on the Captain ticked by, my eyes grew heavy and my jaw dropped into a wide yawn. Between not sleeping well the night before and the long, taxing day, my mind was a tired blur. I scrubbed my hands over my face and when I dropped them, I found Nigel studying me.
He simply stated, “I’ll make a coffee run,” before disappearing from sight. It was a bit strange to be on the other side of his teleportation, and to see him vanishing, but it was definitely a handy skill.
A couple of minutes later, Captain Mullins appeared once more and looked around. When he raised an eyebrow at me, I answered his unasked question with, “He went to grab coffee.”
Mullins nodded through a yawn of his own. “Thank goodness. This shit we have in the precinct is terrible.” Just as the words left his lips, Nigel reappeared, juggling three carrying trays of coffee cups.