“It could be that Ingrid was telling the truth.” His gaze returned to the screen where the female cur was smiling with smug arrogance. “She might genuinely believe I have some magical means to transform her into a pureblooded Were and is trying to force me to give her what she desires.”
She studied his perfectly chiseled profile. “But you don’t believe that?”
His lips twisted. “There was a time when I was vain enough to assume that the world revolved around me, but I’m not a complete idiot.”
She tilted her head to her side. “I don’t know what that means.”
He reached to give her ponytail a gentle tug. “I’m traveling with the most sought after creature in the entire universe. If someone’s trying to capture us, it’s all about you, pet.”
Cassie grimaced. Being the most sought after creature in the entire universe wasn’t nearly so fun as it sounded. In fact, it sucked.
“Even if that’s true, I’m not leaving my sister in the hands of that female.”
“I know,” Caine soothed. “Are you getting any . . .” He waved his hand in vague motion.
“Any what?”
“Vibes.”
She blinked in confusion before at last realizing he was referring to her visions. “Oh.” She paused, searching for any hint of a foretelling. “No,” she at last said. “There’s nothing.”
He heaved a sigh. “So you get the command to watch the video, but nothing to tell us what to do about it?”
“That’s how it works.” She shrugged, pointing toward his phone. “You have to call.”
His gaze followed her finger, his muscles abruptly tensing as he studied the image of Ingrid still filling the screen. “Not yet.”
“Caine . . .” She halted her pleading words, sensing his distraction. “You have a plan?”
“Not so much a plan as a desperate hope that we can spring the trap before it’s set and escape with your sister unscathed,” he corrected.
“Is that possible?”
He tapped the screen. “I recognize where Ingrid took this video.”
“Really?”
“It’s Salvatore’s wine cellar.”
“You were in the wine cellar of the King of Weres?”
“Of course.” He turned to meet her expression of disbelief. “Salvatore used to be my enemy. Hell, he still wants to nail my furry ass to the wall.”
“So why were you in the wine cellar?”
“When he turned up in America I needed a secret way to enter his lair if I had to take drastic measures to protect myself. There’s a tunnel that leads into his wine cellar.”
She rolled her eyes. “I suppose I should expect such madness from you. You are far too reckless. But this female . . .” She frowned at the cur’s smug confidence that was captured by the video. “Is she insane?”
“I always suspected she came from the shallow end of the gene pool,” Caine said. “Why?”
“Who would be stupid enough to hold the mate of the King of Weres hostage in his own wine cellar?”
“Salvatore must be out of state or Ingrid wouldn’t have managed to get within a mile of the lair, let alone get her hands on Harley,” he explained.
Cassie still thought the female must be a nut bar.
“So you think they’re still in the wine cellar?”