The coppery scent reached my nostrils and I closed my eyes briefly. Such a fucking waste.
My jaw ached with the need to extend my fangs, but that wasn’t why I was here.
“The brief says suicide, but the governor doesn’t buy it.” Stevens, my newly assigned partner, held a starched handkerchief over his nose and I hid my smile as he turned a becoming shade of green.
You’re in the wrong job, buddy.
Fuck knew what would happen if he ever found who I really was.
“Governor is right.”
I sniffed the air, and froze. We had a problem.
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