All Chapters of Mated To My Captor: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

 The questioning room has a table bolted to the floor and four chairs that aren't, and a mirror on the wall that isn't fooling anyone, and a water cooler in the corner that gurgles every few minutes like it's reminding you it's there. Reyes sits across from me with his notebook open and a pen that he keeps clicking, not from nerves, just habit, click and release, click and release, while he asks me to walk him through the timeline from the beginning.Dante is in the chair to my right and Sage to my left, and Reyes raised an eyebrow when all three of us came in but didn't tell them to leave, just added two more chairs from the stack in the corner and sat down."So the last time you spoke to your brother before tonight," Reyes says."It's been a while but he texted me.""What did the text say.""That he was fine and not to worry." I fold my hands on the table. "Which is what he always says.""And before that? Had you seen him in p

 The markers run out at number fourteen, which is seven meters from the stain, and beyond fourteen there is just alley, untouched, a gap between the back walls of two buildings with a drain in the centre and a broken pallet propped against the left wall and a scattering of debris along the base of the right one.I walk back.Not fast, just back, retracing the eight steps between the last marker and the stain, and I stand over it and look down at the concrete. The stain is dark and large and the forensic team has put a ring of markers around it, numbers eight through eleven, and photographed it from multiple angles judging by the scuff marks around the ring where they repositioned.I take my backpack off and set it against the wall."Kira," Dante says, from behind me."I know.""You've never accessed a human's memory. You told Sage when we started this that you didn't know if it worked the same way, that the ability was designed

 I find the bond.It's there the way it's always there, the warm thread of it running between us, but right now it feels like holding a live wire, the current running the wrong direction, out of him and into me, and I grab it anyway, both hands, metaphorically, and I pull, and pulling makes it worse, the current surges and I feel Dante take the hit of it from across the alley, hear him make a sound that is not a word, low and involuntary, and I try to let go of the bond and can't do that either, I am holding it and it is holding me and the heat keeps coming.Dante pushes off the wall and walks toward me and every step is visible effort, his jaw set, his hand pressed to his sternum like he is holding something in, and he gets to me and puts both hands on my face and I grab his wrists and the contact makes everything louder for one terrible second, the frequency screaming, and I feel him flinch from it but he doesn't let go, he keeps his hands on my face and

 Dante's phone goes off four steps out of the alley, buzzing in his jacket pocket, and he pulls it out and looks at the screen and keeps walking."Cassidy," he says."How many times," Sage says.He turns the phone over in his hand. "This is the seventh.""Since when.""Since we left the compound." He puts it back in his pocket without answering it and it stops buzzing and then, after about fifteen seconds, starts again.Sage looks at him sideways. "Dante.""I know.""The compound security gap has been active for weeks and Cassidy doesn't know about it yet and Dominic is conscious and running a hunt and there are two wolves on the next block who just felt something they are going to report and Cassidy is on her seventh call.""I know all of that, Sage.""So the part where you keep not answering."He pulls the phone out again, looks at it buzzing in his palm, and then answers it and puts it to hi

 "Sit down or leave," he says."Neither," I say.He sets the pen down and looks at me across the desk and the room is very quiet, just the training ground outside and the compound running in the corridor beyond the closed door, and we look at each other for a moment that goes on longer than either of us planned."You are making a decision right now," he says, "that you will not be able to unmake.""I know that.""You are choosing a rogue wolf over the authority of this pack and your position within it, and you are doing it because a bond you did not choose and cannot control has overridden seventeen years of training." He comes around the desk, not quickly, just moves around it until he is standing in the open space between the desk and the window, and he looks at me from there. "That is not strength, Dante.""The bond didn't choose her. I did.""You believe that.""Yes.""Then you are less prepared for this