Kissing Sin (Riley Jenson Guardian 2)

"And by those you hunt."

"Meaning they don't trust you?" My gaze went to Jack again. Did he know the Directorate wasn't the only one watching Misha? The raised eyebrows suggested not. "Why am I not surprised?"

His chuckle whispered down the line, stirring memories that were best forgotten.

"We'll meet at the Blue Moon."

Jack shook his head. I ignored him. We needed to find out what Misha knew, and while the Blue Moon wasn't a Directorate-patrolled safe place, it was somewhere I felt safe. I knew the people, knew the layout. And of all the werewolves' clubs, the Blue Moon was the strictest when it came to patron safety.

"I'd hardly call that a regular haunt of yours."

"Ah, but it has been since your disappearance."

A cold lump formed in my stomach. "You couldn't have known I'd escape that place."

"No, but I knew he'd underestimate you. He always has - "

"He who?" I cut in.

This time his soft chuckle made my skin crawl. "We'll have to discuss terms before we get to an exchange of... information."

"You'd better be offering some good information, Misha, or it's no deal. And it wouldn't matter if you were the only fertile wolf on the damn planet."

"I'm your only way out of a return to another of those pens," he said softly. "Believe that, if you believe nothing else."

The soft certainty in his voice sent another chill across my skin. I did believe him, though God only knew I was probably being stupid for doing so.

"When?"

Jack rolled his eyes, and looked decidedly unhappy as he began speaking into the second phone.

"Three's fine by me. I'll book one of the private rooms, just to ensure our conversation isn't overheard, but we'll meet on the dance floor. It'll look more like a coincidence to my watchers."

"If you know about them, why not get rid of them?"

"Because right now, they have their uses." Amusement was evident in his voice. I'd always thought Misha to be the quieter, saner of the two mates I'd had over the last few years, but that assumption was proving to be very wrong.

"Tomorrow is a werewolf-only day," he continued, "so neither the vampire or that horse-shifter you escaped with will get in. Rhoan can, but if I spot him, I'm out the door and the deal is off."

How had he known that Kade was still with us? Or was it simply a guess on his part?

"I don't think any of us trust you enough to agree to a deal like that."

"Tough. It's my way or the highway. They can put a tracker under your skin if they think I'm going to do a runner with you."

They could, and they would. I'd be damned if I'd risk getting snatched again. "Why just me?"

"Because I'm walking the edge of a sword right now, and have no intention of slipping over that edge until I'm sure of what lies below."

Which was a poetic way of saying he wanted to test the waters first. "You'd better not be bullshitting us, Misha."

"I'm not, believe me." He paused, and shifted. Silk sighed, and I had sudden visions of black sheets sliding over pale skin. "To prove this, may I suggest you get out of that Brighton penthouse within the next five minutes?"

Blood drained from my face, and my gaze jerked from Quinn to Jack. "How do you know we're in a Brighton penthouse?"

Even before I'd said the words, Jack was ordering Quinn to wake Rhoan and Kade.

"Same way I know you're about be attacked by air. I suggest you move your pretty butt, Riley, if you want to make the meeting tomorrow."