JAYDEN

I leaned forward slowly, my glare locked on his. “Who the hell are you really?” My voice was low, steady, edged with the growl that never belonged to men. “Because no normal cop knows what I am.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, his smirk darkening into something uglier. His silence was worse than words, like he was letting me drown in the truth he refused to give. His eyes went cold, a chill that slid straight into my bones.

Then—he drew back, casual as if nothing had passed between us.

The door creaked open. The chief returned, a stack of papers in hand. He didn’t spare his colleague...