Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Penelope’s Apartment

A woman pokes her head into the interrogation room with a sympathetic expression just as I stand, ready to leave. "I’m sorry, Ms. d’Armand, but we need your clothes for evidence."

Startled, I look down at my blood-smeared clothes. "But you’ve already swabbed every inch of me. What more could you possibly need?"

"It’s standard procedure in cases like this."

Of course. It makes sense. Questioning it seems silly. I’m not just a witness—I’m a suspect.

Following the officer down the hall to another room, she hands me a bundle of fabric. "Here are some spare clothes. They might not fit perfectly, but they should be comfortable enough."

I take the offered garments, my fingers trembling slightly. "Thank you," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

She gestures to a small changing area. "You can change in there. Just leave your clothes in the bag provided when you’re done."

I nod mechanically and step behind the partition. As I peel off my blood-stained clothes, I can’t help but wonder if this is how it feels to shed your old life. Each garment I remove feels like I’m stripping away another layer of my identity, leaving me raw and exposed.

Or maybe I’m just dramatic.

The replacement clothes are indeed ill-fitting—baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that hangs off my frame. But they’re still better than clothes stiff with Scott’s blood.

Emerging from behind the partition, I hold out the bag containing my clothes. The officer takes it, her gloved hands careful not to touch me directly.

"Do you have somewhere to go?" she asks, her tone gentler now. "Family or friends you can stay with?"

I nod, grateful for this small kindness. "Yes, I can stay with my friend Penelope. She should be here somewhere waiting for me."

The officer makes a note in her pad. "That’s good. Make sure we have a way to contact you if we need to ask any more questions."

She leads me out of the interrogation room and down a long hallway. The fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows, making everything seem starker, more clinical. I feel exposed in these borrowed clothes, like everyone who passes can see right through me to the fear and confusion churning inside. freёwebnovel-com

We’re almost to the lobby when I spot a familiar figure striding down the hall. Logan. My heart leaps into my throat, a mix of relief and anxiety flooding through me. A familiar face. Someone who might be willing to help.

But as we draw closer, Logan’s eyes slide right past me. His face is a mask of indifference, as if I’m just another stranger in the hallway. No flicker of recognition. Nothing.

He just passes by like a ship in the night.

I stumble slightly, and the officer steadies me with a hand on my arm.

"Are you alright, Ms. d’Armand?"

I nod, not trusting my voice.

As we reach the lobby, I realize I’m trembling. Whether from the chill of the air conditioning on my skin or the emotional toll of the day, I’m not sure. Who has air conditioning in this weather? But I guess it can get hot in here with all the windows and the sun.

The officer hands me a card. "If you remember anything else, or if you need any assistance, please don’t hesitate to call."

I take it numbly, my mind still reeling from Logan’s cold shoulder. "Thank you."

"Take care of yourself, Ms. d’Armand."

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