Immortal Unchained(31)

Sarita shrugged that away as if all his training and skills were of little import and then asked curiously, "So why have you been living under the name Diego Villanueva for five years?"

"Immortals live a long time and do not age. We have to move every ten years to avoid mortals noticing."

"Ah," she murmured with understanding. "What was your name before Diego?"

"My true name, Domitian Argenis," he answered promptly. "And when I leave here I will be Domitian again. Diego the chef has left the restaurant and moved on to greener pastures."

"And no one will recognize that Diego is Domitian?" Sarita asked dubiously.

Smiling faintly, he explained, "I have several restaurants. I will not return to the same one. The manager there will continue managing and reporting to me for another ten years and I will move on to another restaurant or start a new one."

"Right," Sarita murmured and then turned the subject back to where it had started and asked, "So how do you think he knew about me and this life mate business then?"

Frowning, Domitian turned his attention back to the letter and read the rest, but mostly it was just Dressler saying he hoped to learn a lot from their stay in his "home away from home" before he signed off.

Domitian shifted his gaze back up the letter to the part about Sarita being his life mate and that while she didn't know him, they had met when she was thirteen and he'd kept track of her ever since using a private detective. The man seemed to know everything regarding him and Sarita, he noticed with bewilderment. 

"I do not know how Dressler knows," Domitian said finally, tossing the letter on the desktop. Meeting her gaze he assured her, "I told no one you were my life mate."

"What about this private detective you hired?" she asked. "Could he have-?"

"No," Domitian said at once. "He is mortal. He knows nothing about immortals and life mates and I did not educate him in the matter."

Sarita accepted that, but then tilted her head and asked, "So what reason did you give the detective for why you were having me followed?"

"Ah." Domitian shifted uncomfortably, grimaced and then admitted, "I told him that your mother was my sister, but that your father and I had a falling out and he would not let me see my only living blood relative anymore. I said I wanted him to keep track of you so that once you were an adult and could make your own decisions I could contact you and you could decide whether you wished to see me or not."

That seemed to shock Sarita. Eyes wide with disbelief, she asked, "You told him you were my uncle?"

"Well, I could hardly tell him the truth," Domitian pointed out, defensively. Scowling, he added, "I do not see why it would bother you anyway."

"Hmmm, I don't know," she said dryly. "Why would it bother me for people to think I was playing patty cake with my uncle?"

"Patty cake?" he asked with bewilderment.

"Bumping fuzzies," she said and when he still looked blank added, "Shaboink."

Domitian just shook his head with bewilderment. He had no idea what she was talking about.

"Never mind," Sarita muttered and then sighed and pointed out, "Anyway, we still don't know how Dressler knew you thought I was your life mate."

"I do not think you are my life mate, I know it," he said firmly. "And you should know it too after what happened in the bathroom."

"Yeah, yeah, it was mind-blowing sex and I fainted," she admitted. "Whatever. That still doesn't explain how Dressler knew."

"No, it does not," he admitted and pondered that briefly and then shook his head. "I have no idea how he found out."

"Well, I guess we can ask him when he comes to get us for part two of the experiment."

Domitian peered at her silently. While her words were light and slightly sarcastic, he could see the fear in her eyes. She was terrified they would not escape and would be forced to take this experiment, if that's what it was, to the next level. He wasn't going to let that happen, however.

"I think we need a swim to relax," he announced suddenly, catching her by the arm and urging her toward the door. He actually got Sarita halfway across the room before she jerked her arm free and spun on him.

"A swim? Are you kidding me?" she demanded.

"I think better after a swim," Domitian said mildly, but jerked his eyes toward the nearest camera as he added, "Trust me. Go get changed and I will fetch towels."

Judging by the way Sarita suddenly calmed and turned toward the door, she'd got his message. "Fine. I'll meet you by the pool."