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"No."
I drank some more beer, then asked, "What did he claim to do as a job?"
"I believe he said he was military."
Military? I'd only ever danced with one military man, and had ended up losing part of my heart to him. But it couldn't be Jaskin. He'd been checked and silently approved by the Directorate - there couldn't have been anything remotely dodgy about his past.
And there'd been no other military lovers - had there? I frowned, remembering back to when I'd first met Jaskin. Remembered then the man before him - the man who had introduced us.
He'd come from the same carrier, but had somehow gotten separated from his shipmates and had ended up at the Blue Moon alone. Or so he'd told me. The moon had been two nights from full bloom and the fever had been riding me hard. Though I was with a couple of regular mates at the time, there'd been something about him that attracted me - a dangerous edge that spoke to the wildness. We danced the rest of the evening, and had agreed to meet the following night.
Only, he didn't come back alone. Jaskin and several others had been with him. They, too, had that edge, but something else had just clicked between me and Jaskin, and it was him rather than the first man I danced with all night long.
God, what was the first man's name?
Ben. No, something stranger. Benito. Benito Verdi.
Finally, I had a lead I could follow. It might be a total dead end, but at least it was something.
"Was that blue eyed man the first plant?"
"The first attempt at a plant, yes."
"Why?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, what did I do or say at that particular time that tipped you and your lab-mates off to the fact that I was something more than an ordinary wolf?"
"It was actually Gautier who suggested it. He said you were extraordinarily fast for a wolf, and could be a good donor for our labs or other experiments. He also said it was obvious you knew he was about, even when he was shadowed."
Something no wolf could do. But then, why hadn't Gautier also noticed those same facts when it came to Rhoan? Why mention me, and not my brother?
And then it hit me. Rhoan drank blood. That was why they'd never questioned his speed, his reflexes. They all thought he was a wolf who'd performed the ritual ceremony and blood-sharing to become a vampire.
After all, he worked at night, came home at dawn. Well, when he did come home, that is. The Jensen red wolf pack might be a small one in Australia, but our pack had a long history over in England and Ireland, so the fact that he was a Jensen was no clue in itself of his age. No one at the Directorate knew we were brother and sister - no one except Jack and the Director herself - and it certainly wasn't in our files. Hell, even his birth date on file was fake. But then, a lot of vampires did the exact same thing. Fake records was how many of the older vampires had gotten through the centuries undiscovered.
It was very possible to think him a vampire - and a vampire old enough to stand a little daylight.
Which was good for him. Not so good for me. After all, the bastards were still after me.
"So," I said, "you began to watch me?"
He nodded and sipped his beer. His gaze slipped leisurely down my body, his hunger beginning to roll across my flesh in ever-warming waves. Obviously, I'd yet to finish payment for the night. "I even lived in a building across from you for over a year. Believe me, I loved the fact none of your windows had blinds."
I raised an eyebrow. "You played Peeping Tom? And here I was thinking you were at least above that."
"It's in the nature of a male to look." His smile grew. "As it is in the nature of a female to flaunt."
"Flaunting and looking are perfectly fine. Spying is an entirely different matter." I hesitated. "So why you, anyway? Especially seeing it was Talon who was then placed in the position to be my mate?"
He shrugged. "You knew Gautier, and seemed to be too aware of his presence. Talon considered himself beyond a watching brief, and our other clone brother had already failed."
So that blue-eyed man was another clone, like the woman playing Mrs. Hunt? Why then say they were Helki - unless he was counting them as Helki because that was the source of their DNA? "But why not have one of your underlings do it?"
"The man I work for has no trust of underlings. I was ordered to do it, so I did."
I frowned. "You don't look the type to stand back and take orders easily."
