She knocked Caine’s hand from her throat. “Yeah, completely alone.”
“There you go then.”
“The vampire chasing you will suspect you’re involved in Salvatore’s disappearance.”
She could sense him scrambling for a suitable lie. “Not if I force the dog to call his pack and assure them that he’s fine and on my trail. By the time they figure it out, we’ll be long gone.”
She snorted at his ridiculous boast. Caine might be a bad-assed cur, but he was a pale imitation of Salvatore Giuliani.
“You think you can force the King of Weres to do anything?”
Without warning he moved forward, his pride clearly pricked by her patent disbelief. He crowded her against the wall and lowered his head until he was speaking directly against her mouth.
“Never underestimate my powers of persuasion.”
She lifted her hands and pressed them against his bare chest. “If you want to keep those lips, then you’d best remove them.”
He stepped back with a mocking smile. “Someday, sweet Harley.”
“Don’t you have a phone call to make?”
“I want your promise you’ll stay out of the basement.”
She met his gaze squarely. There was something going on, and she suspected she was involved, whether she wanted to be or not. She intended to discover what the hell it was.
“Fine.”
“Your promise.”
She brushed her fingers over her chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Be careful of your words.” His low voice was thick with warning. “Death can lurk in the most unexpected places.”
Her eyes narrowed. “That sounded very much like a threat, Caine.”
“More of a friendly warning, pet.”
“Don’t call me that.”
He patted her cheek, his smile insulting as he turned to make his way down the hall.
“Behave yourself.”
“Creep,” she muttered.
Waiting until she heard Caine climbing the staircase to his study on the second floor, Harley turned to shove open the door behind her.
She didn’t give a damn about her promise.
If Salvatore had answers, she wanted them.
Salvatore was seated on the cement floor in the middle of the cell, as far from the silver bars as possible.
Not that it truly mattered.
The silver was a bother, but the true danger was the debilitating weakness caused by Harley.
Cristo. He understood the scientific logistics of a Were mating. Although the attraction was mutual, it was always the female who had the final choice of whether or not to accept the bond. The male’s power was restrained to prevent him from taking the female by force.
Of course, when the powers returned after the mating was complete, it was rumored they were even more potent. He became the perfect weapon to protect his family.
It all made perfect sense.
And it was a royal pain in the ass.
Why him? And why Harley? And why now?
The matings had faded away, along with the Weres’ ability to control their shifts during the full moon. No doubt a biological necessity for females to mate with as many men as possible, in the hopes of obtaining a viable pregnancy.
Salvatore groaned as the scent of vanilla flooded the air, warning of Harley’s imminent return.
His brain might not comprehend the inconvenient mating, but his body was fully on board with the program.
Just having her in the same room was enough to make him hard and aching.
Rising to his feet, he watched as Harley slipped into the room and closed the door, leaning against it with a resentful expression.
A slow smile curved Salvatore’s lips. Harley might consider him the enemy, but she was as helpless as he was to deny the smoldering attraction that crackled between them.
Her awareness filled the air like the finest perfume.
“I knew you’d be back,” he drawled.
“Right.” She rolled her eyes. “Because you’re so frigging irresistible?”
“I am to you.” His smile widened as her fists clenched and she looked like she was considering punching him in the nose. Dangerous women turned him on. “Besides, you have questions that only I can answer.”
“Did you ever consider the possibility I came back to kill you?”
“No.”
“So arrogant.”
He shrugged. “You wouldn’t want me if I were a doormat.”
“I don’t want you, period.”
Salvatore arched a brow at her blatant lie. “You’ve never been around another pureblood, have you?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Because if you had, you would know I can smell your physical response.” He breathed in deeply, his body tingling in response. “It fills the air.”
An astonishing blush touched her cheeks before she was roughly pushing away from the door and pacing toward the cage.
“Why doesn’t Caine just kill you?”
He paused, struck by her pertinent question. “I don’t know.”
“I thought the King of Weres knew everything?”
He cast a disgusted glance toward the locked door of his cage.
“Obviously not.”
She unconsciously rubbed her arms, as if trying to rid herself of the tangible electricity that pulsed between. His lips twisted.
Ah, if only it were that simple.
“You said that my sisters and I were stolen from a nursery?” she demanded.
“Si.” Salvatore grimaced. Far too late he realized he’d been played the fool. “At first I assumed it was traditional baby snatchers who were out to make a quick buck on the black market. Now I suspect it’s a calculated plot intended to destroy the Weres.”
“And you think Caine’s involved?”
“Without a doubt.”
She nodded, as if not particularly surprised by Caine’s treachery.
“What happened in Hannibal?”
“Short or long version?”
“Short.”
“After years of searching, I tracked your sister Regan to a psychotic imp named Culligan who’d been torturing her for the past thirty years.” He shrugged. “Not surprisingly, she went a bit homicidal when I released her, and she tracked Culligan to Hannibal where Caine’s minions first tried to capture her, and then tried to kill her.”
“Which minions?”
She was testing him. Whether it was to discover if Caine was lying or he was, it was impossible to say.
“Sadie was the leader. Regan killed her. Then there was Duncan, who intended to lead me to this lair.” His jaw tightened. “Unfortunately, Caine and his pet jinn got there first.”