Kissing Sin

"You're hurt."

"Just scratches." I pointed to the creature near his feet. "That one isn't dead."

He aimed the laser and shot it. "And the one you're near?"

"Dead," Rhoan said, and pushed to his feet. "Let's get the hell out of here before any more of these things turn up."

The van skidded to a halt. We walked over and jumped in. Qui

"You know," I said, to no one in particular, "I'm getting a little pissed off about all these attacks."

"They obviously think you're a threat to their operation," Kade commented.

"How, when I was unconscious most of the time in that place? Even when I did wake up, it was to escape with you. What could I have possibly seen that you didn't?"

"It might be simpler than that," Qui

I gri

"Question is, how did they find her?" Kade said. "Either we've got a tail, or they're tracking us somehow."

"We checked for body bugs," Rhoan said. "We didn't find anything."

"But these people are stealing technology that isn't released on the street yet," Kade commented. "It could be they have something we don't know about."

"Well, there's a bit of information no one told the plebs," Rhoan commented dryly.

"All in good time," Jack said. "And that time is not in this van. We can still be picked up by listening devices, if they feel so inclined."

I shared an a

"They couldn't have known we'd go to the car park."

"No, but it was a logical guess. Street parking is shit around the club, so the car park is the next best option."

"It just doesn't feel right," Qui

I met his dark gaze. "It wasn't Misha."

"Are you sure of that?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Why is it important to you?"

"Because I'd hate for you to be killed before I made a decision one way or another."

"At the rate you seem to make your decisions, vampire, I'll be old and gray and undesirable."

He smiled, and it touched his eyes, warming the obsidian depths. Warming my soul. "Old and gray, maybe, but never undesirable."

Amusement twitched the corners of my mouth. "So you're telling me you don't mind a bit of gra

"Only a particular type of gra

"You know." Rhoan said conversationally, "this talk is straying into territory I really don't want to think about."

"Particularly when most gra

I slapped his arm. "You'll be old meat one day, horseboy, so watch it."

His grin was sudden and cheeky, and sexy in a whole different way than Qui

"I bet I could find a dozen gra

"And I'd be betting that those gra

"He's such a humble person, isn't he?" Rhoan said dryly.

Kade's grin grew. "Why be humble when you've got nothing to be humble about?"

Rhoan's gaze shifted to me, and he raised an eyebrow in query. I gri

"Damn." He contemplated Kade for a second, then added, "So, where do I find me a bit of gay horsemeat?"

Kade shrugged. "Don't ask me. I don't go looking for that sort of thing."

"Pity."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Please do."

There wasn't much that could really be added to that, so silence fell. I stared out the window, watching the office buildings and restaurants give way to residential streets, then country, and finally began to wonder where we were headed.

It was another half hour before we stopped, and by then, night had fallen. I climbed out of the van, sniffing the air as I looked around. The scent of eucalyptus vied with the aroma of rain on the breeze, but underneath it, the smell of death and earth.

My gaze found the dirt road that led up to vast iron doors. We were back at Genoveve.

"Why here?" I asked, as Jack came around the van.

"Because there's only one way in and out of this place, and it's heavily guarded with Directorate perso

"And Headquarters isn't?"

"Gautier is due back tonight."

Gautier was only one man, and as much as I hated him, I doubt he'd be able to defeat the four of us. He was good, but not that good.

Jack headed toward the entrance, and, like good little sheep, we followed. Once the men at the door confirmed our identities, the laser gates lowered, the iron doors opened, and the four of us were allowed in.

We headed for the main office area. Rhoan, Qui

My gaze rose to the windows opposite. That's where I'd woken to discover him using me. And while I was a wolf, and hadn't been particularly worried about the sex angle of it, I was also a woman, and hadn't liked being treated that way. Not for any reason.

"So," Jack said, sitting down behind the huge, paper-strewn desk. "What happened?"

"He gave me a starting point. A name."

Jack waited several seconds, and when I didn't continue, said, "And?"

"And the name is one you already know."

"Riley, stop playing games."

"Only if you start filling the rest of us in on what the hell is going on." I turned around to face him. "He gave me Kade's name. Only Kade isn't just a builder, he's military, and obviously involved in some sort of military investigation."

"Misha told you all that?"

"Some of it." I hesitated, but he was going to discover I'd snitched his com-unit sooner or later, so it was better to be up front about it. "You left your com-unit in the penthouse, and I made use of it."

His gaze narrowed. "You don't know my codes."

I wasn't about to admit that I knew at least two of them—not when he had that look in his eyes. "Didn't need them. I'm a liaison and your assistant. I have clearance to get into most departments." I hesitated, glancing at Kade. "Even military."

Humor touched his eyes and warmed the cold line of his lips. "You should never have been able to get into our system."

"I didn't. Not fully, anyways."

"And my file has alert status."

Something I'd guessed once I'd figured out he might be military. "Which is why I didn't look for your perso

He raised an eyebrow. "Then how did you find out who I was?"

"Went to recruitment. They keep duplicates of all applications." And in the end, I'd only been able to get in there because I used one of Jack's security codes. When he discovered that, there'd be hell to pay. "You were pretty damn rangy when you joined, weren't you?"

Kade snorted softly. "You're good."

"Very," Jack intoned heavily. "Which is why I want her as a guardian."

I gave him my standard deadpan look.

"So what, exactly, are you in the military?" Rhoan asked, his fingers drumming the arm of his chair.