Officer Diaz trailed behind her, his face twisted in a mix of jealousy and fury, his eyes locked onto me like he wanted to rip me apart. I could feel his glare burning into my back, but I didn't look at him. Not yet.
Sarah grabbed my collar before I could react, her fingers digging in with enough force to make the fabric strain against my throat. "This isn't over," she hissed, her voice trembling with barely contained fury, her breath hot and sharp against my face. "You and I both know what you've done."
I didn't resist. Instead, I leaned in, my body pressing against hers, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her breath hitched as my mouth moved closer.
"Officer Sarah," I murmured, my voice a dark, velvety growl, "if you know…" I inhaled deeply, her scent—citrus and something wild, like gunpowder and adrenaline—filling my lungs.
