His smile widened. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you just how many pleasures are waiting for us.”
With short, jerky steps, she moved to glare at the door across the room.
“For God’s sake, now is not the time or place for this.”
He moved to stand directly behind her, the heat of his body searing her back.
“Then when is the time?”
“How does never sound to you?”
“Unbearable,” he breathed into her ear.
Harley wrapped her arms around her waist. It was either that, or wrapping them around the edible Were. Damn him to hell.
“Can you control Caine even at a distance?” she demanded roughly.
There was a taut silence, then with a faint sigh Salvatore moved to stand at her side, his profile hard.
“Not with you…” He sharply cut off his words, sliding a covert glance in her direction. “Not at the moment. The silver disrupts my powers.”
She frowned, wondering what he was hiding from her.
“He won’t be stupid enough to get that close again.”
“He’ll be back.”
She rolled her eyes. “So now you’re clairvoyant?”
“There’s no need for clairvoyance. Caine’s kept me alive for a reason. Eventually that reason will force him to return.”
“It won’t help if he’s not already in your power. He’ll just tranq you or fill the basement with gas like he did before.”
He grasped her shoulders, turning her to meet the power of his golden gaze.
“Harley, one way or another, I promise you that we’re going to get out of here.”
“And you’re never wrong?”
“Never.”
“Arrogant.”
He flashed that devastatingly sexy smile. “Confident.”
The fact that she couldn’t simply laugh at his egotistical boasts pissed her off. The conceited beast would get them out just to prove her wrong.
She pulled from his grip and eyed him with suspicion.
“You know the Were who’s helping Caine?”
His smile faded, his expression suddenly grim and forbidding.
“Si.”
“I’m assuming from your tone that the two of you aren’t BFFs?”
“He was my greatest competition toward claiming the throne.”