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?”