Chapter 39
Idrummed my fingers on the top of my thigh, standing to the side of the counter where Rafe was collecting his things. The cuffs were finally off after hours of being chained up in the fucking cell. I was itching to get home, back to Eva.
“There was a page in my pocket,” Rafe bit out. “Where is it?” The female Beta officer behind the glass leaned forward.
“No there wasn’t.”
“Check again,” Rafe growled, and the Beta shivered at the assault of his dominance, even with the glass between them. Her mouth remained pinched.
“Just look again,” I snapped. If Rafe was saying he had a paper, then he had a paper. Her eyes swung over to me, and I could see the refusal. “Please,” I tacked on, offering a syrupy-sweet smile.
She finally nodded and left. In her absence, I listened in on Bill and Dorian’s conversation.
“That Omega of yours is relentless,” Bill said to Dorian. “You did well.”
I stiffened and narrowed my eyes. Rafe turned, also put off by the admiration.
“No disrespect.” Bill clapped Dorian on the shoulder. “She was in here ordering your release.”
“She was here?” I asked, beating Dorian to the punch.
“Yes, and she was refusing to leave. She was the one who brought me the ammunition I needed to get you out quickly. The second girl who filed a report against you dropped her charges because of her.”
She’d defended us?
Dorian and Rafe seemed as stunned as I was.
“I found it,” the female officer interrupted our reeling, and she slid the folded piece of paper into the little tray. Rafe quickly grabbed it, opening it with jerky motions. I peered over his shoulder.
“Did Eva . . .” I trailed off. Of course she’d drawn it.
“Give us a ride?” Dorian said, his voice husky. Her sketch was our likeness exactly.
“Let’s go,” Bill replied, and I was already backing toward the guarded door.