spoke. “Rose Cameron is still staying at the clinic.”
“What’s her condition?” he demanded.
“I don’t know. I couldn’t get in to see her today. Tony won’t let anybody into her room. The Prime told Kea that even Tobias wasn’t allowed in and he’s been put in charge of everything.”
“Is she aging rapidly?”
The vampire would want to know, as would whoever was behind the vampire. He’d been told the layers of secrecy were in place to keep everyone safe, but he didn’t feel at all safe here, at the level closest to their informant inside the monsters’ stronghold.
“She was fine when I saw her this morning. She’s been with Tony since they returned from the Shagal Citadel.”
He stepped closer to her, lifted her chin. She still wouldn’t look him in the eye. “What was that meeting about? Did your talkative vampire friend tell you?”
Was that a hint of a smile? A brief flicker of satisfaction?
He shook her. He wasn’t allowed to beat her. “What?” he demanded.
She didn’t answer until he let her go. “They were all there at the Shagal Citadel—the Clan females. There and gone. Tobias got them away from you.”
He swore. The Hunters and their monstrous allies all wanted to get possession of the Clan and Family females. The Hunters had killed many vampire females in the past and wanted to do so again—it was the surest way of wiping out the race. Of course the Tribe vampire had other plans for captured females. A compromise had yet to be worked out, but the females were sought-after prizes.
“All the females have been evacuated? You’re sure?”
The selkie was programmed never to lie to him. “All but two of them. One’s joined the Dark Angels. The other one is under Tobias’s protection. That’s all I know.”
She’d given him some things to think over. Not that he was supposed to think. He was supposed to report, and only to his vampire contact.
“One more thing,” he said. “You didn’t mention to this Prime that you had a human boyfriend living with you, did you?”
“Of course not! I’d never tell a vampire about you.”
She glanced at the door as though expecting it to crash open. He’d been worried about that himself.
“You haven’t told anyone about me, have you?”
Tears leaked from her eyes. She whispered, “I—no.”
The pain in her voice was most satisfying. “Good. Go to your room.”
Chapter Six
An incoming call on Tobias’s earpiece demanded his attention before he could escort Flare out the door. He paused, one hand on the smooth skin of her arm. While he gave his attention to the call, his senses absorbed silky warmth and heady female scent.
“Go,” he told the caller.
“Need your opinion on a possible lead,” Joe Bleythin answered.
“I’m listening.”
Joe’s reply was succinct and toneless. “Sid and I were involved in the discovery of the Hunyara werewolf tamers. The bad guys then were a group of feral werewolves. I killed a couple of ferals that wereguarding the place where Rose Cameron was being kept. This tells me we didn’t get the entire feral group when we cleaned out their den up in the Northwest. But the lead Sid and I would like to follow here in L.A. involves a feral pack that attacked a Hunyara some years back. Those three ferals are dead, but tracing them might lead to the origin of the feral connection with our current bad guys.”
“We have some stuff on the incident in the database.” Tobias had been collecting seemingly random facts for a long time. “Have Sasha look it up.”
“Will do. Sid’s also got a call in to the Hunyara who was attacked—she’s bonded with a Family Prime—to check her memories. I’d like to take a look at those ferals’ den.”
“You’re my best nose, Joe, but do you think you can sniff out any information after all these years?”
“I’d like to give it a shot. And Sid’s telepathy might come in handy asking around the ferals’ neighborhood.”
Tobias
Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher