Bernice shrieked in laughter as she tried to push the snow out with her nose.
My smiling gaze moved to where Odin was watching, and I blinked in surprise at the open need there.
When he moved his gaze away and caught mine, his entire face shut down, and it was blank once again.
I snuggled in closer to Creed and closed my eyes.
That was the last thing I remembered until hours later when I woke in the dark.
Twenty-Eight
Therapy isn’t enough. I need to bite people.
—Text from Birdee to Creed
Creed
I was called away.
Again.
I let Bernice know that I had to leave and to have her check on Birdee in a couple of hours, then slipped out of the house heading for my truck.
Apollo met me at the police station, jerking his chin toward me as he stood from the waiting room chair.
Gentry caught my eye as I passed him and gave me a chin lift. “He’s in his office. Head on back.”
I did, winding my way through the police station which was giving me fuckin’ hives.
I hated being here.
It reminded me of my darkest days, and I would rather be anywhere but here.
Yet, there I was at the police station to answer even more questions.
This time it was informal, unlike the last two of the day.
“What’s up?” I asked the sheriff.
Sheriff Black jerked his chin toward the chair. “Have a seat.”
I did, gritting my teeth as Apollo came in like he owned the place and took a seat beside me.
“Your friend here showed me quite a few views of what happened today with Cody,” he said. “And again with what happened with Vito and Grace at your place. He made a special stop here, however, when he showed me what Vito was whispering to Grace after he was allowed to check out of the hospital.”
My brows rose. “What’s up?”
“Vito and Grace devised a plan to come back to your place and kill you,” Apollo said point-blank. “I tapped into the cameras.” He grinned. “Which I had full permission from the hospital to do, in case you’re wondering like Sheriff Black here.” I wasn’t. “I shared that information with Sheriff Black, and they caught Vito on the way to your house. He had a gun in his truck.”
“Fuck.”
“He’s in police custody. He’s admitted to everything,” Sheriff Black grumbled. “And I’m really fuckin’ tired of hearin’ things coming up in relation to this. If I have to hear about one more…”
“Sheriff Black,” a hesitant female voice called out.
Sheriff Black’s cold gaze turned to the woman cowering in his doorway.
“Yeah?” he snapped.
