Free Savage Hunger: Savage, Book 1 by Shelli Stevens Page B

and she ran her tongue over her lips.
    If not the shifters, then what?Whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t going to be good. And whatever it was…she’d bet it had to do with her.
    “Is someone going to fill me in on what’s going on?” Damn her voice for shaking.
    “Why don’t you sit down, Sienna.” Warrick straightened and went to one of the cupboards, reaching in to grab a mug. “Let me get you some coffee.”
    She didn’t want the damn coffee anymore, she wanted to know what the hell was going on. Okay, that wasn’t quite true. She did want the coffee, but being let in on whatever little kernel of information they were withholding was definitely her first priority. Still, if it would help them spill the beans faster, she’d sit.
    The wood chair legs screeched against the floor as Sienna tugged a seat out from the table. Plopping down, she folded her hands on the wood surface and stared up at them expectantly.
    Come on, boys, start talking.
    But no one said a word. Not one damn word as Warrick handed her a mug of steaming coffee and set a blueberry muffin in front of her.
    “I’m not hungry,” she said tersely, but reached for the coffee. “What’s going on? You guys are starting to freak me out.”
    “You should be freaked out.”
    This came from another of the agents. He was dark-skinned and had the tall, muscled build of a basketball player. With coffee-colored eyes, a shaved head and the hint of a goatee he had to be popular with the women.
    “Hilliard, shut the fuck up,” Warrick snapped.
    You should be freaked out.
    Sienna lifted the mug to her lips with trembling hands and blew on the steaming coffee.Okay, so whatever it was definitely involved her and it was probably bad news.
    The knot in her stomach grew and suddenly she wasn’t so eager to have them tell her.
    “Ms. Peters,” Larson began in that familiar, quietly authoritative tone she now associated with him. “There was a fire last night in the building the shifters were being held in.”
    “A fire?” she repeated tonelessly, her stomach clenching.
    “Yeah. Everything inside the place was destroyed,” Warrick added and pulled out the chair next to her to sit down.
    “Oh my God…” She shook her head as her mind spun. How had it happened? When? Just after they’d all left?
    “So tell us, darlin’,” another of the agents, stocky and blond, drawled. “Have you been playing with matches?”
    Sienna blinked, then stared at him. Did he think this was some kind of joke? Had she been playing with matches ? Her brows drew together and she glared at him.
    “This isn’t funny.”
    Stocky guy sighed and cracked his knuckles. “Guess it depends on your sense of humor.”
    “Rafferty, back off.” Larson cast him a warning glance before turning his attention back to Sienna. “Ms. Peters, nobody’s trying to make light of this situation, but we need you to be up front with us if you know anything about the fire.”
    Her stomach sank and she pushed away the coffee. They thought she was involved with the fire? “You can’t be serious.” She shook her head and pushed the coffee away. “You can’t possibly think I had something to do with it.”
    “No, we don’t.” Warrick sent a hard glare in the agent’s direction. “You were in our custody long before that fire started. We’re trying to figure out if you might have an idea of who would be behind it.”
    “How could I?” she cried, tears of frustration burning her eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
    No one said anything, there was just the steady drip-drip from the kitchen faucet that wasn’t quite turned off.
    “Sienna, someone was found dead inside the building.”
    Her heart squeezed, almost seemed to stop at Warrick’s bald statement. Who? The lab had been empty. Only her and the shifters until the P.I.A. had arrived. Was there someone else in there? Someone who’d gotten trapped in the fire?
    “D-did they say who?”
    “No.” Larson shook his