"So you knew about the attack in the graveyard?"
"Yes."
"How did they know where I was going to be?"
He glanced down at the arm that held the tracker, giving me the answer in an instant. I swore softly. "Then how did you know about the attack?"
He gave me that smile again and didn't answer
I tapped my fingers against the table. "So are you going to tell me who owns Konane?"
His gaze swept down my body, and the fever that had lain in wait ignited. His silver eyes met mine, echoing the hunger that burned through me. I didn't want to want him, but at that moment, I had no choice. And I needed the answer he'd yet to give
"I want another two hours out there," he said, nodding toward the heaving crowd on the dance floor
"Why?"
His smile was sweet, and yet there was something cold about it. Something very calculating. And in that moment, I saw the similarity between him and Talon. "It doesn't matter why."
I guess in the end it didn't. He got his two hours. Then I got the name
Talon 's grip on my arms tightened. "What?"
"It might be nothing." At least, I hoped it was nothing. Surely fate would not be so unkind as to betray me twice
"Tell me."
I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "I'd always thought the name was familiar, and I've just remembered why. The second of my two mates had a file on his desk that bore the name Genoveve Confectionary."
"Did you get the chance to look at it?"
"Why would I bother? It was over a year ago that I saw it, and we were in a mating rush at the time. You're lucky I even remembered it."
He released my arms and stepped back. "What is his name?"
"Misha Rollins."
"The same Misha who was on the phone to you when we pulled up at the cemetery?"
I stared at him for a second, taking in the implications of his words, a cold sensation forming in the pit of my stomach
"There are more than a dozen Camp Roads in Melbourne, and even if he was behind the attack, there is no way they could have pinpointed us so quickly."
Yet I remembered Talon's words. Remembered the tracking device in my arm. And he'd said we. Did that mean he and Misha were partners in this madness? But if that were so, why would they set their creatures on us, then shoot them?
It didn't make any sense. None of this was making any sense
"He had your phone number, and you left your phone on."
"But they didn't need satellite tracking - I've apparently got a tracker in my arm."
"Then we had better get it out."
"Misha's not behind the attack." I had to believe that. Had to. Otherwise, I might never trust my instincts again
Quinn's expression was cold. "Why don't we go question him, then?"
"Why don't we wait for Jack and see what he has to say?"