Page 2 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

“Get off the fucking phone, Daega.”

I shudder, seriously annoyed with him. “Did you just first-name me? While I was on the phone to my bestie? Fucking rude, Roseland.”

“End that call right now!” Roseland growls, alpha dominance dripping from every syllable. It really is a shame he is so hot.

“I have to go, Detective Buzzkill is shouting at me.” I roll my eyes and lean my forehead against the window.

“Okay, I think maybe, Pix, that you might want to let this one go.”

Her words hurt. I’ve heard them before, a thousand times. And I’ve said them to myself even more.

But still, my poor little wasted self can’t quite walk away.

But today is a new low.

“Where are you taking me, Roseland?” I say when my call ends. There’s no flirt, no game, just exhausted hurt.

“You have warrants,” he mutters, but I notice he keeps checking his mirrors. Is he expecting someone to appear, or does he think we’re being followed?

“I absolutely do not!” I say in outrage.

“You do-”

“Do not!” I shout, leaning forward so I can see him.

Roseland is so freaking hot. He’s got this rugged, mountain-man vibe happening with stubble and shaggy brown hair that is streaked with caramel. He’s a stark contrast to my shoulder-length black hair and tattoo-covered body.

“Rose, watch out!” I shout, slamming my hands against the cage as if I can get through to protect him.

He’s got amazing reflexes, but even he can’t miss the woman that streaks into the middle of the road. She just comes out of nowhere. He only just clips her and sends her tumbling.

The car spins out of control, and we hit a tree hard. For a second, I just sit there, stunned, but I looked up and search for Roseland, panic wrapping a vice around my chest.Please, oh, please, be okay.

Roseland groans and shakes his head.Oh, God, he’s okay.I grab the cage, moving closer, looking over him as best I can.

“Detective, I do believe you just murdered someone.”

“Shut up!”

Good, be angry. Being angry means you’re okay. Be all the angry.

“Welcome to the dark side!” I chortle, teasing him because I need to hear him speak.

“Shut the fuck up, Pix.”

“Your perfect halo has fallen. However will you look at yourself in the mirror?” I exclaim. “Maybe we can share a cell.”

He whirls on me, his eyes furious. I think I’m supposed to be scared, I’m just so fucking relieved.

“Stay in the car.”

Not likely.

As soon as he’s out, I turn a section of one of my rings, revealing a hard spike, then I punch the window.

It shatters, and I wiggle through the small space, landing in an easy crouch on the forest floor. I wander over to Roseland and stand behind him. I’m about an inch shorter than him, but I look more muscular. Mainly because I walk around in fuck all clothes, and I’ve never seen him bare skin, except for that one perfect night.

Right now, he’s a mess, all mussed, and his scent is strained and stressed. I can smell blood, but it’s faint, and I see just a tiny trickle on the side of his head. But he’s okay.