“None that involve B and E,” he admitted.
Her gaze narrowed. “B and E implies entering. We want to exit.”
He folded his arms over his chest. “What about you?”
“Me?”
“You obviously know Caine…” His jaw tightened as a flare of savage possession speared through him. “Intimately. You better than anyone should be familiar with the weaknesses in his security.”
“I know nothing about Caine.” Her lips curled in a sneer, but Salvatore didn’t miss the bitterness that edged her voice. “He’s done nothing but lie to me since I was a baby.”
He was petty enough to be pleased at the thought of poisoning any relationship between Harley and the damnable cur, but within that perfectly logical reaction was an unexpected stab of regret. The woman was clearly distressed by the realization that her life had been a lie.
Risking life and limb, Salvatore grasped her hand, half-expecting to be tossed across the cell. She stiffened, but she surprisingly didn’t go homicidal on him. A step in the right direction, he told himself, savoring the feel of her warm skin that eased the sense of weakness that plagued him.
Cristo, he needed to mate her.
The sooner the better.
“He told you that I murdered your sisters?” he asked.
“And that I was next on your list to die.” Her expression assured him that she was grimly clinging to her suspicion he intended to harm her. “He swore he was the only one who could protect me.”
“A clever means to keep you in his power.”
“Bastard.”
“Did he ever reveal why he was so anxious to keep you so close?”
“He’s been using my blood in his experiments to change curs into full Weres.”
Salvatore shook his head in disgust. The conceited fool. The Weres’ power was a mystical force, not a scientific one. A clever man might be capable of making small alterations, as he had done, but what made purebloods immortal was pure magic.
“He can’t seriously believe in such nonsense?”
“Oh, he believes.” Her fingers unconsciously tightened around his. “Allegedly some ancient werewolf came to him and revealed a vision that his blood would run pure.”
“Ancient werewolf?” Salvatore frowned. A Were had given Caine the crackpot vision? It made no sense. “Are you certain?”
“That’s what he said.”
“Blood runs pure. What the hell does that mean?”
“Hey, it was his vision, not mine.”
Salvatore muttered a curse. He felt like he was trying to put together a puzzle with half the pieces missing.
He hated puzzles.
“Did he ever say how he managed to get his hands on you?”
“No.” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I suppose if you’re telling the truth, and I’m not entirely on board with that theory, then he must have stolen my sisters and I from your nursery.”
“It was humans that broke into the nursery.”
“Caine could have hired them.” She shrugged. “He’s never been anxious to put his own neck on the line. Not if he can convince some other schmuck to do the dirty work.”
“It’s possible.”