Oh, that.
"Hey, you wanted me to meet him. Don't blame me if he didn't want to play by your rules."
"We can't get people into the Blue Moon tomorrow. The man said it's a werewolf-only day."
"Yeah, but it doesn't matter, because nothing will happen to me there. Besides, there's only two exits to watch." My gaze went past Jack as Quinn came into the room. He didn't look hurt, even though he wasn't armed, and relief swam through me.
His gaze met mine, and some of the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease. "You okay?"
I nodded, warmed by his caring more than I wanted to admit, and forced myself to meet Jack's less-than-happy gaze again. "How many attacked you?"
"Five." His face was grim. "Looks like they were intent on getting you and the shifter back."
"Or getting rid of us," Kade said, as he came through the doorway carrying another laser pistol. "These things are set to kill, not stun."
"Goddamn it." Jack grabbed the gun from Kade, and examined it. "Are these the weapons you were talking about?"
"Afraid so." Kade's gaze raked my length and came to rest on my lips. He smiled. "Want me to kiss that bruise better?"
"Rhoan tells me kissing is off-limits for now."
"That's unfortunate. But I'm willing to compromise and kiss other places."
"Thanks," I said dryly, "but I think now is not the right time to be discussing compromises."
"Hey, I'm versatile - "
"Enough." Jack's voice was curt. "Grab your things, people. We're getting out of here while we can."
"And going where? Obviously the mole in the Directorate is someone close to the director if they know we're here." Rhoan came out of the kitchen and handed me an ice pack. "Either that, or Riley and Kade have trackers in them."
I raised my eyebrows. "You didn't check?"
"We ran a scanner over you both," Jack said, "But maybe they've developed something the scanners can't pick up." His expression became even grimmer. "Rhoan, you recheck Riley. Kade, let's look you over."
Rhoan motioned me to one of the bedrooms. I followed him in, and closed the door. Everyone in this apartment might have seen me naked at one stage or another, but I wasn't about to flaunt it at this particular moment.
"So," he said, "tell me about this meeting Jack is unhappy about."
I did as he began to check me for bugs.
"The Blue Moon is safe, no matter what Jack thinks. It's Misha you'll have to watch. Don't trust him, no matter what."
"I won't." I hesitated. "Why does the mole at the Directorate have to be someone close to the director?"
"Because she's the only one who knew our whereabouts."
"Which would suggest the Director herself." Only, she wasn't likely to betray her own brother, or the organization she'd started and ran for more years than I'd been alive.
"It's not her. But it could be someone who has access to her office and maybe overhead a conversation."
"What about Gautier?" Even saying his name had a shiver running through me. Gautier might be the Directorate's top guardian, but he was a creep, a murderer, and, I suspected, a psychopath on the edge.
"He's not close to the director."
"But I'm betting he's reporting to someone that is."
"It wouldn't make a difference. Whoever the mole is, they've obviously been with the Directorate a long time. It's someone very canny, someone we wouldn't ever suspect."