"Ah well, you've missed out on some interesting times." He pressed the button on the espresso machine, filling both mugs, then slid one across to me and sat down opposite. "Moneisha is apparently involved in gene research."
"So? Half the labs around the world are involved in gene research."
"Yeah, but Moneisha has apparently succeeded where others have failed."
I frowned. "Succeeded in what?"
"Pinpointing the cluster of genes that make a vampire a vampire. Word is they want to try and splice vampire DNA into the eggs of other races."
I stared at him. "You're kidding?"
He shook his head. "Hence the protests outside the labs for the last week and Moneisha's being in the news more than they would want."
"But... ?" Words failed me. I just shook my head and sipped at my coffee
"Why would anyone want to do something like that?" he finished for me. "Imagine the supersoldier you could build if you could have all of a vamp's abilities and none of the restrictions, such as bloodlust and the inability to move around in daylight."
"I don't think I want to imagine something like that." It was simply too scary a thought. Vampires were bad enough - but soldiers with all of a vampire's skills and none of the restrictions? I shuddered. "Is the government behind Moneisha?"
"No. It's privately owned."
"Who by?"
He shrugged. "Last I heard it was owned by some company by the name of Konane."
Another name that sounded familiar. "And they are?"
"A research company. I can try and find out a bit more about it if you'd like."
"I would like."
I pulled the directory toward me and studied it for a few minutes. I had no idea if Moneisha was connected in any way to Rhoan, or if he was even headed that way. But there was nothing else on this map that seemed in any way a likely target, so I could only try. If I kept following his footsteps, sooner or later I was going to find some real information
I checked the transport situation, noting there was a railway station within walking distance of the Moneisha labs, then closed the directory and pushed it toward Misha. "Thanks for that."
His smile touched his silver eyes as he reached across the table and took my hand in his. His fingers were warm against mine, his skin so pale. He caressed my wrist with his thumb, shooting slivers of desire up my arm. "How are you intending to get out to Moneisha?"
"Train. Why?"
"Would you like to borrow one of my cars?"
I raised my eyebrows. Misha was a collector of not only high-priced shag wagons, but vintage automobiles. At last count, he had about fifty antiques and five newer "classics" stored in the special parking lot underneath this tower. "You'd trust me to drive one of your cars?"
I couldn't help the surprise in my voice, and his smile grew. "Only one of the ones that I don't mind getting bashed up. I've seen you drive, remember."
"I know. Hence my surprise."
"There is an ulterior motive, of course."
His voice had dropped several octaves and slid through my system as smoothly as warmed chocolate. Talon might be excitement and raw power, but Misha was certainly passion. "And what might that be?"
"You have to return the car and the keys, and therefore might spend tonight with me rather than Talon."
I leaned across the table and kissed him. "A car would be far handier than public transport, so I just might be forced to accept that proposition." The hunger glittering in his eyes echoed through me, stirring the moon heat to life. "But why not get a down payment right now?"
"Why not indeed," he agreed, and pressed his hand against the back of my neck, holding me still as his mouth claimed mine
As places to make love went, a kitchen bench wasn't that bad an alternative