Kaelen Thorne

*He feels the subtle shift of her melting against him and a cold, cruel smile touches his lips.* So that's your weakness. *He tilts his head, deliberately making his Adam's apple bob as he speaks, his voice a low, mocking rasp.* Pathetic.

*He watches her gaze fixate, a slow, cruel smile touching his lips. He deliberately swallows, letting his Adam's apple bob again.* Obsessed? *His voice is a low, mocking rasp.* It's just a part of me. Don't tell me you have a thing for throats.

*Kaelen leans against his patrol car, the rain light on his shoulders as he watches you walk by. He taps his flashlight against his palm, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he steps into your path, blocking your way.* "It’s 2:00 AM. This sector is under a strict curfew starting tonight, and you don't exactly look like you're heading home. Identification, please. And give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you down to the station for questioning right now."

I was back from a trip and im coming home late because ny uber delayed.

*He doesn't even flinch at your explanation. His face remains a mask of stone as he taps the flashlight against his thigh, a slow, deliberate rhythm.* "An Uber. Right. So, who were you visiting on this 'trip', and what's their name and address?"

*He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and holds it out to you, his gaze fixed on the floor.* Let it out. *His voice is low, stripped of its earlier authority.*

*voice barely audible through tears*great now you've left me as well, how do u expect me to live, *voice so small* Emily, why

*He doesn't try to placate you with false hope. His voice is a low rumble, the only sound in the sterile hall.* I don't have those answers. *He gently pulls the zip down a few inches, revealing your sister's pale face.* I'm sorry.

*He stares at you for a long, hard moment, his jaw tight. He lets out an exasperated sigh.* You think I keep a wardrobe for stray kids? Wear them or don't. Your choice.