Chapter 227
Chapter 227
Snowflakes
Going to H.O.W.L. that morning felt like stepping onto a live wire.
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I dressed to vanish. Black hoodie zipped to my chin, dark jeans, sunglasses even though the sky was heavy and gray.
The last thing I needed was reporters swarming me, microphones thrust in my face, demanding an exclusive on the “ unstable profiler ” who refused to stay broken.
By the time Sera pulled up in front of the towering glass monolith, Tilly V. was already waiting in the shadowed corner near the service entrance, clutching a plain brown paper bag like it was the last thread keeping her sister alive.
The moment I stepped out of the car, she rushed forward, eyes red–rimmed and frantic.
“I’ve got what you asked for, Miss Snow,” she whispered, voice cracking as she thrust the bag toward me.
I turned to Sera. Our eyes met, hers steady but shadowed with conflict. She gave one sharp nod, then headed toward the side door without a word.
“Let’s go,” I said to Tilly.
We moved fast, heads down, hoods up through the employee entrance. The elevator ride to the forensic floor was suffocating.
Tilly’s breathing came in shallow, panicked bursts; mine was barely controlled. Sera led us straight to the secure lab, pausing only to swipe her card. The heavy door hissed open like a warning.
She disappeared into the changing room to gear up. I followed, watching in silence as she stripped off her civilian clothes and pulled on scrubs, gloves snapping into place, hair tucked beneath a cap. When the final glove clicked, she turned to me, exhaling shakily.
“You watch from the observation room,” she said. “No unauthorized personnel in the autopsy chamber p>
I nodded.
“Thank you, Sera. For doing this p>
She gave me a tight, fleeting smile, took the package from Tilly, and stepped through the inner door.
Tilly and I moved to the observation window. Through the thick glass, we watched Sera unwrap the package with clinical precision, lifting the severed finger under the harsh white light.
She didn’t flinch. I understood why. She’d spent her life cutting open the dead to find truth. But Cupid… Cupid had looked at that same finger without blinking. Just another Tuesday in his world.
“Snow,” Sera’s voice crackled through the intercom, calm but edged with excitement, “there’s a fingerprint on it. And blood caught under the nail where p>
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Chapter 227
The autopsy chamber door burst open.
Marcus strode in, her second–in–command smiling that oily, too–wide smile I’d come to hate.
Sera paused mid–motion.
“Marcus p>
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“You didn’t tell me you’d be coming in today,” he said, strolling toward her like he owned the room. His hand slid to her waist casual, possessive, intimate.
Sera flinched, shoving his hand away.
“Get your hands off me. Leave. I’m busy p>
Marcus’s smile didn’t falter. Instead, he reached past her, deliberately and knocked over a vial of solvent. It splashed across the finger and the note from the package.
The tissue hissed. Dissolved. Melted into nothing.
Sera stared, stunned, disbelief carving her face.
“Oh, I slipped,” Marcus said, apology never reaching his eyes. He stepped closer, backing her against the wall. “I was expecting you last night. Judging by that look on your face, you spent it with that man you call your fiancé. Did you fuck him p>
Rage exploded through me.
I burst through the observation door into the chamber, shoving Sera behind me.
“Come on, let’s go,” I hissed.
Marcus’s hand shot out, seizing my arm and slamming me back against the wall. His face twisted with rage, hatred, something feral.
“You’re like a leech. Clinging. Sucking blood. Aren’t you off this case p>
I stared into his eyes, really looked and the mask shattered.
“What are you doing?,” I whispered.
His grip tightened. A slow, ugly smile spread across his face.
“She didn’t tell you, did she? Sera is my mate. She belongs to me, not your brother! Not Rocco Frost p>
Sera lunged forward.
“Marcus, no p>
He tossed me aside like I weighed nothing. I stumbled, crashing into the observation window, then felt the world tilt as my back hit empty air.
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Chapter 227
The window gave way.
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I screamed raw, terrified, flailing for anything, anything, but the towering glass face of H.O.W.L. offered nothing. Wind roared past my ears. The ground rushed up.
For one flickering, endless second, I thought… This is how it ends.
Then movement.
Sera leapt after me, mid–air, bones snapping, fur erupting in a golden blur. She shifted in a heartbeat, glorious and massive, catching me on her back with impossible grace.
Her paws slammed into the ledge below, absorbing the impact, landing on all fours in perfect, predatory silence.
I gasped for air, stunned, clutching fistfuls of her thick silver fur. Blood streaked her hind leg, hers.
“Ah p>
A scream tore from above.
We both looked up.
Tilly V is still in the observation room. Oh no.
“Get on my back,” Sera’s ethereal wolf–voice commanded, resonant, ancient.
I obeyed without hesitation.
Three massive leaps, using the wall as a springboard, she carried us upward in seconds, clearing floors like gravity was an afterthought. Alpha blood. Pure, furious power.
She burst back into the forensic lab with enough momentum to launch me forward. I leapt, pure adrenaline, kicking Marcus square in the chest with a surge of strength I didn’t know I had.
He staggered, crashing backward, teeth bared in fury. He lunged again but the door exploded open.
Security. Officers. Help finally.
Marcus froze, eyes darting between us, realizing he is done.
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