"Yes."
"So you'd expected them to investigate, and had allowed them entry?" Meaning he might also have removed vital evidence before the raid.
"It's all part of a bigger plan, Riley."
I raised my eyebrow. "And what might that master plan be? To step into your so called brother's much hated shoes? To take over control of the freak empire?"
He snorted softly. "And here I was thinking you knew me better than that."
"I know you well enough to know that you can be ruthless when you choose to be."
His mouth twitched in amusement. "I don't want control of anyone's empire but my own. I told you the truth when I said all I want is survival - and I think Nasia's demise proves I was right to worry."
If he was at all worried, he certainly had a strange way of showing it. At the very least, he wouldn't be sitting so casually behind his desk, in full view of the windows. "Why would he kill his own sister?"
"Blood is not thicker than water when you are raised like we were. Hell, he'd kill his mother, too, if it meant his own survival."
And so would Misha - only right now he was using the Directorate to do his dirty work. "That being the case, why state that you can keep me safe when it's obvious you can't keep yourself safe?"
He rose and walked toward me, a strange gleam in his silvery eyes. It was the look of a predator on the hunt, a predator who had his prey in sight and no intentions of letting it escape. When that look had been evident in Kellen's eyes, my pulse had skipped with excitement, but in Misha's eyes it only succeeded in raising hackles. Quinn was right - Misha didn't want love, he wanted possession. Wanted to own me, rather than just love me.
But then, given what he was, how he was raised, maybe possession was the only thing he knew and understood. Could someone who has never known love, tenderness, or caring ever really return it in kind?
Watching Misha stalk toward me with that look in his eyes, I doubted it very much.
He braced his hands against the wall on either side of me, and leaned close. I pressed a hand against his chest, not forcefully, but enough to stop him kissing me. Even so, his breath washed warmth across my lips, and his aura wrapped me in heat and desire.
"He knows about the Fravardin. He knows that they are loyal to me, and only to me." He pressed his weight against my hand, testing my strength, my will. "I have warned him that if anything else happens to you, they will hunt him down and they will kill him."
Surprise rippled through me. My gaze searched his, but I could see no lie in his eyes, nor sense it in his words. "Why would you do that? Why not use them to protect yourself in the same manner?"
He moved a hand, and brushed his fingers down my cheek. His touch was icy compared to the fiery lust flaying my skin. "What's the point? I will be dead in five or six years anyway."
"But if you don't use them to protect yourself, you might be dead in five or six days." Or five or six hours.
"While I am alive, the Fravardin will do their utmost to protect me. When I am dead, they will keep watch over you."
The thought of having a couple of ghostly creatures hanging about trying to protect me was enough to make me shiver. "Why would they bother when you're dead and the payments stop?"
His aura went on high, bathing me with a fervor as strong as the sun itself. Sweat began to trickle down my spine. Even though I had my shields up high, it was hard to ignore the assault on my senses.
"Because it is written in my will that they will continue to get a retainer as well as the estate in Gisborne, where the tribe currently lives, provided certain conditions are met."
Spirits being paid? How weird was that? "Can they be killed?"
"All things living can be killed. It's just harder to kill what cannot be seen."
"If your boss knows about them, then he probably knows what can kill them."
"Undoubtedly. Problem is, unlike vampires, they don't show up on infrared, and you're the first person I know who has actually sensed them."
First person besides him, obviously. "That's because I'm special - and why crazy men want a piece of me." I thrust him away from me. The cool air eddied around my skin, as pleasurable as water on a hot day. "You need to tell me about your boss."
Annoyance flared in his eyes. "And give you an excuse to walk away? I think not."
"Then tell me about Roberta Whitby - she's the Helki alpha, isn't she?"
He nodded, and crossed his arms. "The pack has gotten fat off the pickings of crime."