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."
"I'm not, but when it comes to this man, I have no choice. There is no real hiding from him, because the five of us are locked in telepathic contact. He is far stronger than the rest of us, and would kill any of us the minute he sensed betrayal. I have no wish to die before my time is truly up."
"So you skirmish from the edges, and send in others to do your dirty work." Like me.
He nodded.
"Then why aren't you dead right now? You're plotting his demise via the Directorate, are you not?"
His smile sent a shiver up my spine. "Yes, I am. But he cannot monitor every thought, every wish, and as long as I avoid certain key words, I can slip under the radar, so to speak."
So the reason he wasn't telling me certain things wasn't so much that he couldn't, more the fact that those words would attract unwanted mental attention.
"Then why try and place a mate on me? Why not simply snatch me?"
"Because of the Directorate, and your friendship with Rhoan. We did not wish to chance discovery, and weren't about to risk it by taking you. Not until we were sure you were worth the effort."
That raised my eyebrows. "Yet by snatching Rhoan, you ensured Directorate notice anyway."
He snorted. "That was Talon's arrogance coming into play. He never would believe the Directorate weren't all fools, or that they would notice his activities if he wasn't more circumspect. Of course, he didn't actually realize the lab had snatched Rhoan—not until after your raid to get him back." Amusement touched his lips. "That was very well done, by the way."
"Thanks."
He nodded. I took another drink of beer, then asked, "Why not kill Talon once we had him?"
"What was the point? Talon can tell you nothing."
Because the knowledge had been burned away. "So, originally, the plan was for Talon to keep an eye on me?"
He nodded again. "Of course, we didn't actually witness any of the abilities Gautier mentioned until recently."
"You mean the wolf who shot me with silver and recorded the whole event?"
"Yes. Seeing you shadow like that confirmed what Gautier had been saying all along."
"So why then? Why not try something like that earlier?"
"Because the day before, Gautier witnessed you taking out two vamps. No wolf, no matter how fast they are or how young the vampires are, should be able to do that. He demanded we do a test. This time, he was listened to."
So Gautier was the reason my life had headed down the toilet of late. Or, at least, he was partially responsible. If I'd walked away from the nightclub that night, ignored curiosity and the scent of blood on the wind, then maybe my life would have been normal. Or as normal as it could have been given Talon had decided I'd make the perfect incubator for his "perfect" child.
But if I had walked away, all of those people in the club would have died, rather than just some of them. And the knowledge that I could have stopped it and didn't would have been even harder to live with than all the crap I was currently going through.
"If you were my watcher initially, why then was Talon placed on me rather than you?"
"Simple. After months of doing nothing but watching you every night, I wanted you fiercely. And that's the very reason he placed Talon on you."
And I'd fallen for Talon's bait—hook, line, and sinker. But then, his bait had certainly been impressive. "Your boss sounds a petty man."
"He is because he was taught to be." He caught my foot in his hands, his expression becoming slightly distracted as he began to knead my instep.
"But if you were ordered to stay away from me, how come you ended up being my mate anyway?"
His grin was sudden, and more than a little malicious. "Because it pissed Talon off."
"So the man behind all this knew you were also trying to get me pregnant?"
"Yes."
"Then why was I kidnapped and placed in that breeding center?"
"They saw an opportunity and grabbed it." He paused. "Over ninety percent of clones and ninety-five percent of their lab-bred crosses are sterile, and they have yet to ascertain why."
"I'm facing those same fertility issues," I reminded him. "No one is actually sure if I can get pregnant, either."
"No, no one is sure whether you can carry to term. Right now, you're totally capable of becoming pregnant."
I didn't bother refuting his assumptions. "So who was fucking me in that breeding center? The man with the blue eyes who thinks that I owe him?"
"Yes."
"Was he the only one?"
"No."
"Then who else?"
"One of the men behind the man."
And thanks to the accident, I couldn't remember a goddamn thing. "Why?"
He shrugged. "Because he was there to give instructions, and because he likes a hot bit of tail."
"I'm gathering he prefers his tail lifeless."
My voice was dry, and Misha smiled again. "Feisty is not a preferred option—but it just might hook him where subservience hasn't."
I raised my eyebrows. "That a piece of advice?"
"A dangerous one, but yes."
"Also useless if you don't give me a name."
"All things come in time, Riley."
I was betting it was going to be a long time before I got the name, though. "So why was he there passing on instructions rather than the big man himself?"
"Because it is safer."
But safe from what? Certainly not us, because we had no idea who he was. Not yet, anyway. I studied him for a moment, then said, "If your boss is so dangerous, why are you here now?"
He raised an eyebrow. "If I answer honestly, I want another two hours with you."
Like I had a choice? Like I'd even know if he was being honest? I shrugged. "Whatever."
"The reason is twofold. First, I've long been at odds with my lab-mates and our so-called leader. Their vision has never been mine."
Meaning the leader of this little crew wasn't a lab-mate? Then who—or what—was he? "And their vision is?"
"As I said before, originally it was a quest for perfection. The desire to create the perfect humanoid, one possessing the most desirable characteristics from all branches of humanity."
"I'm guessing that changed when your master of creation died in the fire."
He nodded. "Now it's more a quest for domination and power."
It was on my lips to ask for his name, but he wouldn't answer a direct question. "Did a brother from a previous batch of clones take over?"
"No. We were the first batch to have survivors into adulthood."
"Then who?"
He raised an eyebrow, a smile touching his thin lips. "His son."
I frowned. "One of your later clone-mates?"
"No. His naturally born son."
That wasn't in any of the records I'd read. And obviously not in the records Jack had read—unless, of course, he did know about the son, and just hadn't told me. Given Jack played his cards seriously close to his chest and I was only a liaison, not an actual guardian, that was all too possible.