Stirring up her anger to cover the craving that still prickled through her body, Harley pointed a finger in Caine’s face.
“I warned you that your delusions of grandeur were going to get you killed,” she snarled. “Salvatore has dropped in for a visit.”
“Shit.” Caine’s face paled. “Did you get him? Is he caged?”
“Do you mean did I save your ass from certain death? Yes, I did.”
Caine glanced toward the closed door to the basement, his brow furrowed.
“I need to make a phone call.”
A phone call? Harley narrowed her gaze. The cur was acting strangely, even for Caine.
“Fine. I’ll keep an eye on the prisoner.”
Like a striking snake, Caine reached out to grab her arm. “No.”
“Why not?”
His smile was strained. “You think I would risk you being in the same room as a rabid Were who has sworn to kill you?”
“He’s locked in a silver cage. For the moment he’s helpless.”
“A pureblood is never helpless.”
Harley studied the too-handsome face. Caine didn’t want her near Salvatore. The question was, why?
“If you’re afraid he might escape, that’s all the more reason I should keep watch on him.”
The blue eyes glowed in the dim light of the hall. “I have curs to take care of guard duty. You have better things to do with your time.”
She shrugged. “Not really. Besides, I want to talk with the Were.”
“Talk to him about what?”
“Does it matter?”
His fingers tightened on her arm. “Of course it does.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you exposed to the filth he’s bound to spew.”
Harley snorted. Like most nonhumans, Caine managed to adopt the social norms that flowed and changed with the passage of time, but every so often he showed his age. The older demons were even worse.
“Spew?”
The glow in his eyes shimmered with blue fire, revealing he was hanging onto his wolf by a thread. Curs were always at the mercy of their emotions.
“Salvatore is notorious for fabricating lies that hide his evil nature. The Weres would never have allowed him to stay in power otherwise.”
She yanked her arm out of his grasp. “Do you mean lies like the fact that two of my sisters are alive and well, and currently living in Chicago?”
Chapter Three
Harley watched the anger ripple over Caine’s face before he clenched his jaw and studied her with a wary gaze.
“You already spoke to Salvatore?”