Kissing Sin (21 page)

Like hell. “Everyone
but
that wolf I was with tonight. He’s chipped, so he’s no threat that way, and if I stop all contact with wolves other than you, your watchers will be suspicious.”

He grunted. Obviously unhappy, yet willing to concede the point. “You meet me at the Rocker, every weeknight and on Sunday, at midnight, and give me two hours of your time.”

“I thought you said you don’t go to the Rocker anymore?”

“I’m there every night except Saturday.”

“Won’t my suddenly turning up raise suspicions?”

“No, simply because my watchers have grown so used to the routine they no longer bother watching me at night.”

“Except tonight.”

“They always watch me when I come here, simply because they know you come here. They don’t want me with you.”

“Why?”

He grinned. “Because they don’t want you pregnant with my kid.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Again, why?”

The gleam in his eyes suggested that was something he wasn’t ready to impart yet. And I had an odd feeling the reason went back to the man behind the crossbreeding.

“Don’t tell me,” I said dryly. “You can’t say.”

“You catch on quick.”

Not quick enough, obviously. It had taken me entirely too long to realize he—and Talon—were using me. “If I stop coming to the Blue Moon, they’ll get suspicious.”

“Which is why on Saturdays you will come here and we shall ignore each other.”

Oh, goody. I had a night off to play as I desired. “Ignoring you means being with other wolves if my alpha isn’t there. That contradicts your terms, doesn’t it?”

“You are free to be with whom you wish that day only,” he amended. “Do you agree to the terms?”

I hesitated, not wanting to seem overly eager.
Not
that I was. But he was a means to an end, and besides, whether I liked him personally or not, he was usually a good lover. “What if I do fall pregnant? What then?”

“Then I will support you and the child, and do everything in my power to protect you.”

“There’s a major flaw in that thinking. You could be dead in five years.” So could I, but I wasn’t about to point that out.

His smile was hard, his eyes icy. “Believe me, I have ways of ensuring you’re protected.”

I didn’t think I was ready to know just what he meant by that.

“Do you agree?” he asked again.

I would have agreed to just about anything, but he wasn’t to know that. So I let the silence stretch between us, letting him think I was mulling over the terms when all I wanted to do was make the down payment and get the first lot of information.

“Yes, I agree.”

“And my payment?”

He got it. Then I got my starting point.

The man who didn’t exist.

Kade Williams.

Chapter 7

T
he first person I saw as I came out of the Blue Moon was Kade himself. He leaned against one of the building’s canopy supports, arms crossed and gleaming a rich burgundy in the dying light of the afternoon.

His smile lit his face, warming his eyes, but just as quickly, everything faded. He straightened abruptly.

“Riley—”

I stopped in front of him, and thrust my hands on my hips. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were military?”

Something skittered through his eyes. Surprise, perhaps. “Because I wasn’t sure you were who you said you were.”

“And when you knew?”

“You haven’t the clearance. You’re just a secretary.”

“My God,” Rhoan said, walking up behind Kade, “you’re really looking for a punched nose, making a statement like that.”

Kade took a sideways step, probably to ensure we were both in his line of sight. I’m not entirely sure why—I mean, surely I didn’t look
that
angry? I didn’t feel that angry, anyway.

“Look, Jack didn’t tell you, so I couldn’t.”

“Regardless of the fact I got your ass out of that place?”

“We got each other out of there, sweetheart. And I couldn’t risk identifying myself. Too much was at stake.”

“Like what?” Rhoan asked.

Kade’s gaze skated around the busy street. “We can’t do this here.”

“Then at least tell me your name. Your real name.”

“Kade
is
my real name.”

“But not Williams?”

“No.” He eyed me. “A fact you obviously know.”

“Obviously.”

“How?”

“As you said, not here.” I looked at my brother. “Where’s Jack and the van?”

“Still in the car park down the street.” He glanced at his watch. “Jack hasn’t been out of sunshine restrictions long. I figured we might as well go to him.”

“Then let’s go.”

Rhoan fell in step beside me, his hands shoved in his pockets and whistling tunelessly. Kade stayed one step behind us. Perhaps he felt it was safer not to antagonize the wolf any more than necessary.

Which was always a wise move, even if I wasn’t actually angry with him.

“So,” Rhoan said, after a few seconds. “Who’s the other wolf I can smell on your skin?”

I gave him my most innocent look. “I have no idea what you mean.”

Amusement touched his lips. “Like I was the
only
one partying on the Directorate’s time. Ante up with the goss, dear sister.”

I grinned. “Well, I had to make it look like I wasn’t there to meet Misha, didn’t I?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I have met him before.”

“And this is a good excuse because…?”

“Because he’s an alpha wolf on the prowl, and right now, it’s my scent he has in his nose.”

Rhoan’s gaze all but burned a hole in the side of my face. “Well, aren’t you having all the damn luck?”

If I was having all the damn luck, I wouldn’t have ended up in the breeding center or being attacked by flying blue things.

“You going to see him again?” Rhoan continued.

“Of course.”

He grunted. “Good. Always said it was going to take an alpha to catch that heart of yours. He could be the one.”

“Could be.” After all, who knew what fate had planned? Certainly not me. Not after all the shit she kept heaping my way.

The car park Jack had chosen had once been an old office building that had been converted to try and cope with the ever-growing number of cars coming into the city. The building was thin and narrow, and smelled of exhaust fumes, gasoline, and wet mustiness. I wrinkled my nose. “Where is he parked?”

“Tenth floor. And the elevators are out.”

“Great.”

“Why don’t you park your pretty butt right here, and I’ll go fetch them?” Kade suggested.

I shared a glanced with my brother. Rhoan had his cell phone and could have easily called Jack down, but hey, who was I to stop a man eager to please? “Go for your life.”

He ran off. The two of us enjoyed the sight, then Rhoan said, “Making any man run ten flights is just plain mean.”

“He’s fit enough,” I said mildly. “Besides, that’s what he gets for being dishonest.”

He crossed his arms and leaned back against a railing. “So, did you learn anything useful?”

“Yes.” Somewhere in the dark and distant bowels of the parking lot, a door squeaked. My gaze searched the shadows, seeing nothing out of place. So why was unease suddenly prickling across my skin? I frowned and glanced at Rhoan. “Can you smell anything?”

He raised his nose slightly, sniffing the odious air. “Besides car fumes and mold, you mean?”

I nodded and rubbed my arms. It suddenly seemed cooler in the car park—or was that simply my imagination? The feeling that something was out there in the dark, watching us?

“Not really.” He hesitated. “Well, there
is
something—but I can’t place it.”

“I think perhaps we’d better start walking up toward the van.” I scanned the shadows again. “I don’t like the feel of this place all of a sudden.”

He nodded, and touched my elbow, lightly guiding me toward the up ramp.

That’s when I heard it.

The slight scrape of claws against concrete.

I froze. So did my brother.

“It came from the right,” he said softly. “From near the other ramp.”

I flicked to infrared, and the shadows leapt into focus. And there, deep under the cover of the ramp, was a familiar hunched shape.

My mouth went dry. “Orsini.”

“Ugly-looking suckers, aren’t they?” Rhoan commented. “How fast are they?”

“Very.”

“So if we run, it’s likely to catch us?”

“Yep.”

“One option out, then.”

I looked at him. “Have you got a gun?”

He shook his head. “Couldn’t carry it into the club, and didn’t bother grabbing one afterward.”

“That’s slack. What if someone tried to snatch me?”

“They wouldn’t have gotten far. Trust me on that.” His expression became somewhat grim. “So, I guess we’re left with our dhampire strength versus orsini.”

“If it comes to hand-to-paw combat, I’m betting on the orsini.”

He gave me an offended sort of look. “My little sister has such confidence in me.”

“I’ve fought these things before, that’s all.”

The creature in the shadows raised its ugly head and howled. The high, almost keening sound grated against my nerves and set my teeth on edge. I didn’t want to face these things again. I really didn’t.

“If we stay still, maybe it won’t attack before the van gets here.”

“I doubt it,” Rhoan said. “Besides, it’ll probably only give chase to the van, and we really can’t afford to have that thing out on the street.”

The sharp keening gained an echo. There was a second creature behind us. Great. Just fucking great.

“In case you’ve forgotten, there’s weapons in the van. Weapons are good. Weapons kill ugly sons-of-bitches like these from a distance.”

“A moot point if they’re going to attack us the minute we move. And the van’s not here yet.” He squeezed my elbow then let go. “You beat them when you were alone and unarmed. You can do it again. Ready?”

“I’ll never be ready to fight, Rhoan.”

“I can’t do it alone. Not when they’ve split up.”

“I know.” I took a deep breath and released it. “I’ll go right.” And hope like hell the cavalry gets here soon.

“Luck.”

“Luck and I aren’t on speaking terms,” I muttered.

Rhoan’s grin faded as he shifted into shadow. As his footsteps retreated toward the first orsini, I kicked off my shoes, tossing them into the air with my toes so I could catch them, then sprinted barefoot across the car park.

The second orsini stood behind a car in the far corner. It roared as I moved, and the harsh sound echoed across the silence. I hoped they heard it above. Hoped they hurried.

The creature leapt out of the shadows and ran at me, its claws scrabbling harshly against the concrete, sending sparks shooting into the shadowed confines of the car park.

As it neared, I pivoted, slashing out with my foot, kicking it as hard as I could in the head. The shock of the blow reverberated up my leg, but didn’t seem to do a whole lot of damage to the beastie. It simply shook its head as it slid past. I dropped my shoes and grabbed a fistful of shaggy hair, heaving with all my might in an effort to throw it sideways into the nearby concrete pillar. It barely even budged, but slashed out with a hind claw, raking my legs and drawing blood.

I yelped and let go of its hair, grabbing the paw instead. I pulled backward as hard as I could, dropping to the concrete and lifting a leg to brace the creature’s heavy body with my foot as it went up and over my head.

It landed on its back and crashed butt-first into one of the concrete pylons. The impact seemed to reverberate through the concrete, and dust rained down from the ceiling above.

I sneezed as I rolled upright. The creature twisted around and leapt toward me, its claws slashing at the air. I ducked and smacked at its head with the heel of my shoe. The stiletto scraped its brow and skidded backward, drawing blood from eye to neck, the scent sharp in the fume-filled air.

It roared and lashed out. Its claws caught my thigh again, tearing flesh even as the blow sent me staggering. The creature hit the concrete, then twisted and leapt again, its nastily sharp teeth all yellow and dangerous looking as they snapped and bit at the air, trying to get me. Trying to eat me.

I shivered, and faked another blow to its head, then spun and thumped the stiletto into its chest. The heel cut through hair and skin, embedding deep. No blue fires flickered out across its skin. Whatever this thing was, there was no vampire in the mix. No adversity to wood. Other than the fact it now had a shoe stuck in its flesh anyway.

And that obviously
did
hurt, because the creature howled in fury and launched itself at me yet again. I dropped and spun, then, as the creature’s leap took it high above me, kicked it as hard as I could in the goolies. It had worked once before, and it worked again. The creature gave an odd sort of wheeze, then dropped to the concrete and didn’t move.