'Tfou need no longer fear. I will always be here."
"Not fear? A high school dropout who can't pay her rent is expected to save the world. How scary is that?"
"The world is in very good hands."
Her head rested against his chest as she gave a wry laugh. "You're demented."
He risked a glance downward as they left the estate, and he slowed to a more cautious pace. Even tired and rumpled as she was, he had never seen a more beautiful woman.
"What would you do if anything was possible?"
There was no hesitation. "Travel."
"Travel where?"
"Anywhere. Everywhere."
He paused at the road, sniffing the air until he caught the scent of the demon traveling away from the city.
"Very ambitious."
She snuggled closer, creating an aching heat that clenched the muscles of his thighs and an assortment of other pleasurable parts of his body.
"When I was little and my dad would come home in a drunken fury, I used to hide under my bed with an old globe that a teacher had given me," she murmured. "I would close my eyes and point at a spot, and then I'd imagine I was on a boat traveling there. In my mind I have been all over the world."
A sharp pain raced through him. This woman had been betrayed by those who should have protected and loved her. She had battled monsters in her own home and then been thrown into the world with no one to stand at her side.
But now that was all done.
She belonged to him.
He would devote his life, or even his death if necessary, to making sure she was never hurt or lonely or afraid again.
"Someday you will go," he swore softly. "I promise."
Her arms wrapped about his neck, almost as if she sensed his dark determination to do whatever necessary to keep her safe.
"We will go. After all, you owe me a honeymoon."
"Honeymoon. I like the sound of that." Without thinking, he reached out with his thoughts to gently stroke her face.
Her eyes widened in shock. "What did you just do?"
His lips twitched as he deliberately shifted his thoughts to cup her firm breast.
"You mean this?"
"I can feel you touch me. How can you do that?"
"You're my mate."
"But…" She gasped as he teased her nipple to a hard point. "Stop that."
'You don't like it?"
"Can I do that to you?"
"Not unless I take your blood."
Her gaze narrowed. 'That's not fair."
He chuckled as he bent to press a kiss to her lips.
"Life is never fair, lover."
"Tell me about it," she groused, her gaze scanning the darkness about them. "Are we following the trail of the demon?"
"For now."
She turned her head to regard him with a frown. 'You're worried."
He sniffed the air. The worrisome smell of blood had been growing stronger. Now the ground seemed to reek of it.
"The Shalott has been injured."
"Viper?" she demanded.
"He is on the trail of the wizard."
Her breath caught. 'The witches?"
"They may have punished her."
"Why?"
'You slipped through her clutches."
He slowly lowered her to her feet. A vague sense of menace was crawling over his skin. He couldn't yet pinpoint the source of unease, but he wanted to be able to strike swiftly.
Abby shifted close, no doubt feeling his own prickling alert. "You think she was sent to get me?"
"I think it's a possibility."
"Then why didn't she?"
Dante shrugged. At the moment all he could do was speculate.
"If she is in the power of the witches, it's not by choice. Shalott's are independent, fierce creatures, and she would struggle against her commands whenever she was able."
"Like you."
He smiled wryly. "'tfes."
There was a moment of silence before Abby shifted to stand directly before him.
"We must rescue her."
"A demon?" he demanded in surprise.
"She could have killed both of us. Or at the very least taken me away while you were unconscious. I think we owe her."
He allowed his hand to drift over her tumbled curls. "If it is possible, we will release her. First we must find her."
Viper allowed the man to drop to the ground and licked his fangs clean. He had no real taste for wizard-wannabes, but the guard had to be eliminated, and he hated to waste perfectly good blood.
Not that the man had been much of a guard. A smile twisted Viper's lips. Despite the small medallion that had proclaimed the man a disciple of the Prince, he had been no match for Viper's strength. The battle had done nothing more than whet his appetite.
With a flick of his hand, he used his powers to sink the inert body into the ground. The fresh blood that coursed through his body elevated his strength and stirred the dark predator within. He was on the hunt, and he would kill anything in his path.
Sliding through the graveyard, he entered the large crypt and easily found the entrance to the tunnels beneath. He paused to sniff the air.
He could smell humans. And a handful of lesser demons who were willing to serve mortals in exchange for protection. Nothing that could prove a danger to him.
Nothing beyond the wizard.
Melting among the shadows, he slowly traveled down the steps. Although he was always confident, Viper wasn't stupid. A vampire did not live as many centuries as he had by blundering into danger.
If the wizard was tapping into the power of the dark lord, he would be a formidable enemy. It would take as much cunning as skill to best him.
A perfect means to spend the evening, he acknowledged with a cold smile.
He passed two more guards on his way to the inner sanctuary. On both occasions he killed with silent efficiency and moved forward without missing a step. The few demons he sensed were wise enough to scurry away before he could cross their paths.
With deadly speed he was at the entrance to the lowest chamber. He halted to carefully study the room before him.
It was a large room, but barren with a large brazier set in the center of the stone floor. Before the burning fire, a tall man knelt in obvious worship. The wizard. And in his hand he held a leather whip that he lashed against his own back in a steady rhythm.
Viper curled his lip in disdain.
He had encountered any number of humans who had willingly traded their souls to the dark lord. For power, for immortality, for their love of evil. They became willing servants who would sacrifice anything and anyone to please their vicious master.
Even themselves.
Pathetic creatures.
But dangerous, he reminded himself.
Very dangerous.
Despite the distance, he easily sensed the ancient force that radiated throughout the room. The sorcerer was obviously a favorite of the Prince and allowed to draw deeply upon his power.
It was little wonder he had proven to be such a nuisance to Dante.
Allowing his fangs to run out, Viper flexed his fingers and flowed into the shadows of the chamber.
"Fee Fie Foe Fum, I smell the blood of a… not
Englishman." He paused as he sniffed the air and gave a shudder. "Ah, a Saxon. A pity. The last Saxon I devoured made me ill for days. Filthy beast."
Scrambling to his feet, the wizard clutched the heavy medallion about his neck and scanned the room for the unexpected intruder.
A futile effort. Viper wouldn't be seen until he wanted to be seen.
"Cooper. Johnson." The man's voice held an unmistakable rasp as he called for his guards. Well, at least he was smart enough to be afraid. "Breckett."
"Dead, dead, and dead, I fear," Viper purred in cold tones.
The man gave a low growl as he backed close to the flames. "Show yourself, vampire."
"Later, perhaps. If you are very good."
"Coward."
Viper laughed as he drifted through the shadows. "I am intrigued. Why would an all-powerful wizard be hiding in these dark caves beating himself senseless? Are you the sort to delight in self-flagellation?" He paused as he easily read the dark, tangled thoughts that the wizard couldn't hide. "No, you prefer inflicting pain on others. It must be atonement for the dark lord."
"I have no business with you. Leave now and I will not try to halt you."
"But I have business with you."
"Do you think to challenge me?"
"No, I think to kill you."
"Fool." The wizard snarled. "You shall burn upon the Prince's altar."
"Actually, you shall be the one to burn. But not until we've had a little chat. Have a seat." Lifting his hand, Viper moved forward, forcing the wizard to his knees with the power of his glamour. He would not be capable of holding the man for any length of time. But he intended to have his questions answered before he took pleasure in the kill. "Now, tell me what you know of the witches."
Chapter 21
A shiver raced through Abby as she hovered close to Dante.
She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
