Liander carefully placed Rhoan on the bed, then touched his neck, checking for a pulse before he began taking off my brother's clothes. "So where did he end up?"
"The Moneisha Research Center. We think they're a collection point for nonhuman sperm and eggs."
He shot me a surprised look. "Really?"
"Really." I walked across to the small washbasin area and grabbed a soft cloth and a small bowl, then flicked on the tap and waited for the warm water to arrive
"Well, that certainly explains the bruised and swollen state of his genitals." He shook his head. "No moon dancing for this young wolf this month, that's for sure."
"And won't that piss him off."
Liander gave me a grin. "Truly," he said, as his gaze skated down my body. "Can I just say you're looking wonderfully tarty for a change?"
"Thanks." I added some soap to the warm water, then carried the bowl and cloth over to Liander. "He doesn't seem to be hurt."
I was looking for reassurance more than anything, and Liander wrapped an arm around my shoulder, giving me a light squeeze. "I'd say he's just dehydrated and tired. There don't seem to be any injuries other than bruising, but I'll get a friend over to check, anyway. She's a doctor."
"Good idea."
Liander took the bowl and cloth from me and carefully began to wash Rhoan down. I fidgeted for a moment, then walked across to the small window, staring out at the moonlit sky. The force of the heat that shivered through my body was a warning that I better get to one of the clubs sooner rather than later
"Go," Liander said, reading the surge of desire, not my thoughts. "He'll be fine with me."
I swung around. "You'll ring the minute he wakes?"
"You know I will."
I walked across the room and kissed his cheek. "Thanks."
He smiled. "I'll buzzer you out when you near the door."
I headed out. Once down on street level again, I grabbed the cell phone and called Jack
He answered on the first ring. "You safe?"
"As houses. Rhoan's unconscious, though, so I haven't been able to question him."
"Then perhaps you'd care to tell me why you decided to knock Quinn unconscious."
"Well, he was insisting on taking Rhoan to Sydney. And I'm sorry, but I'm not going to fully trust the man, no matter what you say, until I talk to my brother."
Jack laughed. "Darlin', you are going to make such a wonderful guardian."
"Not in this lifetime, I'm not." I hesitated. "How is Quinn?"
"He's got a sore head - and he deserves no less for being so foolish as to turn his back on someone he barely knows."
"So he's there with you?" I paused. "Actually, where are you?"
"I'm back at the Directorate for the time being. Quinn's booked himself into one of the vamp hotels to sleep off his headache."
At least he'd be safe there, as most of the vamp hotels guaranteed the safety of their patrons. "Which one? I need to return his car." I didn't want to leave it at Liander's, simply because whoever was behind Moneisha might have recognized the car and be looking for it. For the same reason, I didn't particularly want to drive around in it. Besides, given my less-than-spotless driving record, it wasn't a particularly good idea to be driving a car I could never afford to fix
"He's at the Gatehouse," Jack said
Which was in Little Collins Street, and not all that far from the Kingfisher. I wondered if Talon would be there yet. "I'll get Rhoan to ring you once he's awake."
"Do that. And Riley? Be careful out there. Rhoan may be safe, but I doubt the danger is over for any of us yet."