"Then we'll leave it there and go in mine. They might have taken note of your car earlier."
We walked down the street, heading back to his building. My heels clicked against the pavement, a tattoo of sound as rhythmic as the beat of desire burning through my blood. I felt good in the blue clothes, sexy rather than slutty. Not that I minded slutty if the occasion was right. And if it hadn't been for the fact that I needed to get my brother free that night, I would have offered to take Quinn's neat packaging for a quick test drive
His car turned out to be a black Ferrari - sleek, sporty, and hot. Much like the man himself. He opened the door for me and I climbed in
"So, what's the plan?" I said, once we were under way
"If you look as good beneath as I think you do, all you'll have to do is walk up the street and every camera in the vicinity will be on you."
I grinned. "And then?"
"You find a way to keep those cameras on you while I either get over the wall or get through that second entrance and try to find a way to get Rhoan out."
I raised an eyebrow. "It'll take two of us to get Rhoan out, won't it?"
He shrugged. "It might. But first off, we'll have to find out if he's in there, then we have to discover just how well guarded he is. It may not happen tonight."
So he thought. I, on the other hand, was damn sure that, one way or another, Rhoan was coming out of the place that night. "If you do a drive past first, I might be able to tell you if he's still in there."
Quinn nodded. We cruised through the streets, the streetlights blurring past at a speed that suggested he wasn't keeping to the legal limit. I suppose when you were a multibillionaire, a ticket or two didn't really make that much of a dent in the bank balance
We reached Moneisha in record time, and he slowed to cruising speed. I studied the white walls but didn't feel anything. I said as much to Quinn
"It might be because you're in the car. Maybe you have to be closer to feel him."
Maybe. And maybe he was simply gone. I tried to ignore the unease sitting like a weight in my stomach, and said, "I'll have to do a walk past."
Quinn turned into a side street and stopped well out of camera range. "I'll drive past in five minutes and stop. You can pretend I'm a potential client and come talk to me. That way, if he's not there, we can simply drive away."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why don't we simply lower our shields a little and use telepathy?"
He gave me a glance that could have meant anything. "I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"Because you're a wolf in moon heat, and your aura is so strong that I can feel it even with my shields up."
"And this is a bad thing because... ?"
"Because when I make love to someone, I prefer it to be in comfort, not in the confines of a cramped sports car."
I grinned. "I've never done it in the front seat of a Ferrari. It could be fun."
"It could be dangerous."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. "You know, for a man who's seen a thousand years pass by, you have some pretty staid ideas."
"And you're a pup who hasn't yet had the time to appreciate the finer things in life - like making love in luxurious surroundings."
"Hey, I fuck millionaires, so I already know all about luxury. Danger and discomfort can be just as thrilling, believe me."
He shook his head. "I'm going to have to teach you better."
I grinned. "Or maybe you just need some of that stuffiness shaken out of you."
"In the twelve hundred years I've been around, I've tried it all. Believe me, I know which is better."
"But in all that time, I bet you ain't met someone like me." I gave him a saucy grin. "I'm going to rock your world, vampire."