Free Unleash the Night by Sherrilyn Kenyon Page A

“That bastard will be serving a life sentence for this.”
    She turned on Blaine with a lethal glare. “You are such an asshole. You can forget ever interning with my father. Hell will freeze over before you step one foot into his office.”
    â€œMargeaux…”
    She wrenched her arm away from his grasp and headed in the direction of her car. She needed to find a lawyer for Wren. There was no way she was going to leave him in jail when he hadn’t done anything other than protect himself.
    *   *   *
    Six hours later, Marguerite hesitated in the police station as she felt a wave of fear go through her. She’d never been near such a place. It was cold and sterile. Eerie. More than that, it was frightening. She hoped that she never had to visit such a place again.
    As bad as it was for her to be here to get Wren out, she couldn’t imagine how much worse it must be for him to be in the scarier part of the building with other men who’d been arrested for God only knew what.
    They had to get Wren out of here.
    â€œI told you, you should have stayed home, Ms. Goudeau,” her attorney said. He was a short African-American with thinning hair that was dusted with gray. Very distinguished and accomplished, he was one of the most prominent attorneys in New Orleans. Best of all, he was discreet, so no one, not even her father, would ever learn of this.
    Both she and Wren would be protected.
    She doubted Wren could afford his own counsel, and from what she knew of public defenders, they were often overworked. She wanted to make sure that Wren spent as little time here as possible. Luckily, she had enough money of her own to easily cover Mr. Givry’s fees to get Wren out of this.
    â€œI think you should go on back home,” Mr. Givry said as he urged her toward the door.
    â€œNo,” she said hastily. “I wanted to make sure he was okay myself.”
    Looking less than pleased by her insistence, Mr. Givry led her to the desk where a female clerk sat wearing a police uniform. Even though the woman was heavyset, it was obvious she was well muscled and in great physical condition. Her face was dour and stern as she brushed her short brown hair back from her face. She looked up with a bored stare as they approached.
    â€œWe’re here to make bail for … um…” He looked at her expectantly.
    â€œWren,” she said.
    â€œWren who?” the clerk asked in an agitated tone.
    Marguerite hesitated as she realized that she had no idea what his last name was. “Um … I’m not sure.”
    Mr. Givry gave her a stunned look. It probably did seem strange that she was willing to spend several thousand dollars to get a man she barely knew out of jail. But to her it made perfect sense, and she didn’t dare explain to the lawyer or clerk that Wren had saved her life.
    With her luck, that would make the local news and she would be in deep trouble.
    â€œWell,” Marguerite said quickly, “he’s around my age, about six three, and has blond dreadlocks. They brought him in about six hours ago for fighting at Tulane.”
    An African-American male clerk came up and shook his head. “You know who that is, Marie. He’s that kid we had to isolate earlier.”
    The woman screwed her face up in disgust. “The crazy one?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œCrazy?” Marguerite asked as she frowned. “How so?”
    The man snorted. “When he was first brought in, we put him in with the normal crew of prisoners. He beat the shit out of three of them. It took seven officers to pull him off and stick him in a cell alone. Since then he’s been pacing back and forth in his cell like some kind of wild animal. He glares and growls at anyone who comes near him. It’s spooky as hell. There’s something definitely not right with that kid.”
    Her lawyer arched a brow at her. “You sure you want to bail him