“Skill and blind hope are two different things. There’s nothing in a test tube that can change you into a Were.”
Caine tilted his chin, the glow of a true zealot shimmering in his eyes.
“Obviously, there is. I saw it in a vision.”
“Did this vision happen to occur while you were indulging in some pharmaceutical pleasures?”
“This isn’t a joke,” Caine growled.
“Good. I’m not laughing. Where did this vision come from?”
“None of your damned business, Giuliani.”
Enough. Salvatore wasn’t a patient werewolf under the best of circumstances, and at the moment he was sore, filthy, and trapped in a silver cage. His patience was nonexistent.
Without warning his power lashed out, ramming Caine into the wall and holding him there with an invisible but very tangible force.
“It’s Your Majesty, cur,” he corrected, his voice edged with ice.
Caine struggled, but even with Salvatore weakened, the cur was no match for him.
“Shit.”
Salvatore smiled with cruel satisfaction. “How did you get the vision?”
“It was a Were.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“I don’t know.” Caine struggled to breathe, his perfect features twisted in a grimace of pain. “Dammit, he didn’t give me a name.”
“Describe him.”
The cur tilted back his head, the veins of his neck popping out as Salvatore’s power squeezed his body with brutal force.
“Short,” he gritted. “Brown hair, English accent.”
“You’re keeping something from me.” Salvatore cursed the silver bars that prevented him from getting his hands on the cur. The long-distance torture was taking its toll. “What is it?”
Caine’s eyes flashed as he struggled to shift. An impossible task so long as Salvatore held him in his control.
“I’m going to kill you,” the cur hissed.
Salvatore tightened his grip. “Wrong answer.”
The cur’s labored breathing echoed through the room as he glared at Salvatore with sheer hatred.
Far preferable to the smug grin.
“His eyes were red even when he was in human form,” he at last ground out.
Pure shock gripped Salvatore. Merda.
It couldn’t be.
He had killed the bastard nearly a century ago.
Still, the description was unmistakable.