Cassi grinned, her eyes lighting up. ”How is it I love you more than I did two seconds ago?” Cassi pulled Nic to a stop and kissed him deeply.
The sound of Nero's hoarding ways made Cassi laugh and pull back from Nic. She switched places with him and pulled Nic along with her arms behind her. She walked over to the set up of food.
”Fine. Then the whiskey is mine,” Cassi countered and looked sideways at Nero. At least she could laugh at Nero's poor joke about taking souls. That was progress right?
”What on earth are you wearing?” Cassi started at Nero, fully taking in their outfit. There was no way Caden bought that.
Caden walked in, handcuffed and escorted, into a sleepy little Chicago police station. At least it was sleepy by Chicago's standards. Half a dozen police officers walked about behind the desk, answering the ringing phones and talking to people on the other side of the desk. The bull pen held a smattering of cops milling about but when Caden walked in bloody and with an entourage, all conversation seemed to momentarily pause. Caden had the strong urge to make some salacious comment but the clearing of Detective Costa's throat had him holding his tongue and the rest of the police force getting back to work.
”Put him in one of the basement holding cells.”
Caden came to a full stop. The cop escorting him nearly fell over. Caden glanced at them before looking back at Costa as if to say, “yes, I am stronger than you.”
”You can't be serious?”
“Why wouldn't I be?” Costa crossed his arms and raised a questioning eyebrow at Caden. “You are a monster, something that shouldn't be. I have to treat you as such Caden. You fucked up and I have to make sure everyone here knows I'm following the book. So yes, you go downstairs to the isolated holding cells. You need to cool down and I need time to figure out the paperwork.”
Caden glared at the detective and Costa stared back. “Don't push me Caden. One of the protocols for you helping us was to give us some of your weaknesses. I don't expect the iridium to kill you but I do expect it to weaken you enough you won't be much trouble.”
”I wasn't going to be,” Caden growled.
“Good, but appearances must be kept.” Costa nodded to the cop holding Caden. They tugged on Caden but the dragon shifter didn't move right away. He glared at Costa a moment longer before turning away.
Caden stared at the floor while he was led downstairs and locked into a cell. As soon as the iron and silver imbued bars were closed, Caden felt lightheaded.
The dragon raged inside Caden's head, demanding they get out now. Iridium wouldn't kill Caden, but it would severely weaken him. Caden was already drained from shifting and using his magic so much that he could already feel the effects. Caden sat on the small cot in the corner that wasn't nearly long or wide enough for him. He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands, refusing to touch any of the iridium and spell infused walls.