The other officer cuffed Chole and rolled her over to search for

weapons. Ava rushed to Alexander, kneeling beside him. “Alpha

Alexander, are you alright?”

He blinked, glanced sideways at me, then back at the cop. “I’m

fine. Just a scratch.”

A third officer entered, inspecting the scene. “We’ll need

statements from both of you.” He nodded at me first. Then at

Alexander. “And sir, did you recover any weapon–the lighter,

or the knife?”

Alexander produced the lighter and offered it. “She tried to set

her on fire.” He touched the flame–singe marks on the tip, then

set it aside. “I caught it in my hand to stop it.”

The officer frowned. “Your fingerprints will be on it–you aren’t

likely to be charged for that, but it may complicate the chain of


evidence. The knife is likely more admissible.””

Another matched officer tiptoed around the charred couch and

noted the gasoline trails. “Gasoline was poured across the room

-intent to destroy evidence or kill.”

Ava held the damp cloth pressed against Alexander’s shoulder.

“I screamed. I don’t know how long it took me to pull Ethan in

here. He radioed the police.

The first officer nodded. He strode over to the bound Chole,

staring at her slack, defeated posture. “Miss Windsor, you’re under arrest for attempted murder, kidnapping, assault, and

arson. Any accomplices?”

gaze flicked toward

accomplices.”

pause. Both officers exchanged glances.


you had help–someone in

is also

They were aiding and

at Alexander

corner of the

officer added: “If your accomplice is found,

get off the hook. You understood the plan—this

He clicked

Chole gulped.

a shaky breath and kept my gaze

at me–steady, protective. My heart pounded

gratitude, and a surge of something I

police asked Ethan to step aside for a moment, offering


of water. He stared at Alexander’s

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clenched.

near

haze of pain, I managed

police, Alexander sat, leaning slightly on Ava’s shoulder. Ethan, pale and silent, brushed past

hand, but

winced again, pain flaring

softly, pulling the lighter into his lap.

police are handling

caught my eyes and offered a

I nodded.

anguished, trying to rise to his feet and


shook my head and closed my

shoulder. “Let them deal

“We’ll need a full statement

And one more thing–when

this black–clad accomplice, they’ll

Chole. No plea bargains.”

forth at the far end

her chest like she

trembled with fury. “She’s sick.

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