Zeph leaned in closer, the tip of his nose less than an inch away from the officer he was questioning. His breath blew hot across the man's skin as he looked so deeply into his eyes that he could start to see into his soul.
"Both. I would choose both. I swore to serve and protect. My duties to her are not in conflict with those that I must do to bring honor to my uniform and justice to those who need it most."
"What if you were forced to choose between them?
"I said both. Nothing under heaven could force me to have to choose. Something could try, but it would not end well for that something in the end. Now get to the confession while I am still in a good mood. That is an order, officer."
"What if someone were holding a weapon to her head? Still think you could stand on the moral high ground and claim to choose both?"
