Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [628]
From the sound of it, the male on the other end of the line—Lucan, she’d heard Nikolai call him—was concerned for their safety and glad they were both in one piece, although not at all pleased to hear that they were holed up at the mercy of a human. Nor did Lucan seem enthused about the fact that Nikolai was talking about helping Renata locate Mira. She could hear the deep voice on the other end of the line growl something about “Breedmate’s problems” and “current mission objectives” as though the two were mutually exclusive.
The cursed response when Nikolai added that Renata was nursing a gunshot wound was audible all the way across the room.
“She’s tough,” he said, glancing her way now, “but she took a pretty hard hit in the shoulder and it’s not looking too healthy. It might be a good idea to arrange a pickup, take her into the Order’s protection until everything shakes down up here.”
Renata glared her disapproval and gave a shake of her head. Big mistake. Even that slight jostle made her vision swim, and it was all she could do to position her backside at the edge of the bed before her legs gave out beneath her. She dropped down onto the mattress, fighting off a vicious wave of cold sweats.
She tried to hide her misery from Nikolai, but the look he gave her said it was no use pretending she wasn’t in bad shape.
“Has Gideon turned up anything on Fabien yet?” he asked, getting up to pace the floor. He listened for a minute, then exhaled a low sigh. “Fuck. Can’t say I’m surprised about that. He had the arrogant stink of a politician all over him, so I had a feeling the bastard was well connected. What else do we have?”
Renata held her breath in the silence that stretched out. She could see that the news on the other end of the line wasn’t good.
Nikolai blew out a long sigh and ran his hand through his hair. “How long does Gideon think it will take him to dig into those restricted files and turn up an address? Shit, Lucan, I’m not sure we should wait that long, considering— yeah, I hear you. Maybe while Gideon’s hacking on that end I should go pay Alexei Yakut a visit. I’d bet my left nut that Lex knows where to find Fabien. Hell, I wouldn’t doubt it if Lex has been there a time or two himself. I’d be glad to squeeze the information out of him, then go deal with Fabien personally.”
Nikolai listened for a moment before grunting a low curse. “Yeah, sure, I know… much as I’d like a little payback from the son of a bitch, you’re right. We can’t afford the risk of scaring Fabien to ground before we’ve got a solid lead on his ties to Dragos.”
Renata glanced up in time to catch Nikolai’s grim look. She waited for him to add that nothing was more critical than ensuring Mira’s safety and tracking down the vampire who was holding her. She waited, but those words never left Nikolai’s lips.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Have him call when he finds something. I’m going to head out tonight and do some re-con on this end too. If I turn up anything useful, I’ll be in touch.”
He ended the call and set the cell phone down on the card table. Renata stared at him as he walked over to the bed and dropped into a crouch in front of her.
“How are you feeling?”
He reached up like he was going to check her shoulder— or maybe simply caress her—but Renata flinched away from him. She couldn’t sit there and act as if she wasn’t feeling more than a little bit confused and pissed off right now. Betrayed, even, as ridiculous as it was to think she could have counted on him in the first place.
“Did the cool water help your fever at all?” he asked, his brows furrowed. “You’re still looking kind of pale and wobbly. Here, let me have a look—”
“I don’t need your concern,” she bit out. “And I don’t need your help either. Forget that I asked you. Just… forget everything. I wouldn’t want my problems to interfere with any of your current mission objectives.”
His scowl deepened. “What are you talking about?”
“I have my priorities,