Navarro's Promise - Lora Leigh [110]
Mica didn’t tell Brandenmore that though, she just stared back at him silently, almost fascinated with the monster he had become and the fact that she was facing him.
“Excuse me for not dressing in my finest,” he said, excusing himself drolly. “But then again, I guess this can be called my finest, can’t it?” He leaned his shoulder against the glass, a dark brown eyebrow arching as he stared at her arrogantly. “Well, aren’t you going to talk? Don’t you think I get sick of listening to these pissant little Breeds? I’d like to talk to a human for once. Someone with more personality than a cat or a dog.”
Mica wanted nothing more than to leave to escape the vile sense of evil he filled a room with. He was a bastard and he knew it. Hell, he reveled in it.
“I can’t think of a single human or Breed that would want to discuss anything with you,” she told him, fascinated by the reptilian air Brandenmore seemed to possess. There was no way to hide what he was now. Despite the charm, despite the good looks, that aura of evil still surrounded him, still acted as a warning so heavy, a premonition so painful, that humans and Breeds alike were affected.
“How little you know,” he sneered, though he was clearly enjoying himself. “I knew several who would like to talk to you as well, my dear. About several matters. Your little mating anomalies as well as the fact that you’re the best friend to one of the most unique Breeds living. Tell me, if I kill you, what happens to her?”
Mica could only shake her head. “You would die and Cassie would shed a few tears, nothing more. There’s no way to hurt Cassie enough to destroy her. Her parents have done too good of a job in teaching her to protect herself and her heart.”
Brandenmore merely grimaced, though his gaze was filled with amusement. “My my, you’re not very important to anyone, are you, little girl?”
“Oh, I’m sure I am,” Mica drawled, though she was just as certain that those few were only her parents.
It would destroy her parents, but there was no lover, no sister, no brother. She would quickly be forgotten.
“I’m obviously important to you,” she stated. “Those were your men that attacked me in New York, wasn’t it?”
“Of course,” he admitted. “They would have traded your life for mine.” He stared around the exam room, his face pinching into a look of distaste. “They’re letting me die here.” He turned back and glared at her. “With you, I could have had my freedom.”
“You give me credit for having far more influence than I have,” she said, mocking him. “Trust me, Brandenmore, they would have never traded my safety for your freedom. You could destroy them. Only a few of them would miss me.”
“A mate?” His eyes widened as he laughed back at her. “Give me credit for far more intelligence than that. Before you proved yourself unmateable, my men could have commanded any price they wished for you, from either the Breeds or the Genetics Council. But now”—he gave her a look of pity—“you don’t have a human lover, and your Breed mate’s genetics are rejecting you. Poor little freak. Don’t you feel left out?”
“Actually, no, I’m mostly just feeling bored.” And wondering when the hell Ely was going to show up. Brandenmore just freaked her out, and he scared the hell out of her. Having a conversation with him wasn’t her idea of having a good time, but getting out of the exam room without help wasn’t going to happen either.
The longer she had to stay here, the worse he was going to get. She could see it in his expression, in his very demeanor. As far as he was concerned, he had a captive audience.
Turning, she moved to the door and the intercom that she knew connected to the security room.
“Call them, and we can’t share confidences.” Brandenmore’s confident, knowing drawl had her pausing before she activated the call button.
“And what confidences would we have to share?” she asked without turning, without looking at him.
“Well, we do have a bit of something in common,” he stated. “I may know a few things