Darkness Revealed (Guardians of Eternity #4)(91)
“Jagr and I are downstairs surrounded by a bunch of very nervous fairies with twitchy fingers. I don’t think startling them would be a good idea at this point.”
It was exactly what Cezar had been expecting. Morgana might be an arrogant bitch, but she wasn’t stupid.
“What of Viper and Dante?”
“They are with Abby, Shay, and Darcy outside. They have the house surrounded, to make sure that no reinforcements can catch us unaware.”
Cezar’s lips unconsciously twitched. Styx might have been forced to take on the role of the Anasso, but he would always be a warrior at heart.
“I will try to reach Anna, although she’s not accustomed to accepting my thoughts into her own. She may not understand that it is truly me and not an illusion.”
“Anna Randal is remarkably intelligent, not to mention as stubborn as a werewolf, amigo,” Styx assured him dryly. “She will not fail you.”
No, she wouldn’t.
She possessed enough heart and courage to make his blood run cold.
“That’s not the question.”
Sensing Cezar’s frustration at his continual inability to keep Anna from harm, Styx filled Cezar’s mind with a flood of stern disapproval.
“Cezar, you have sacrificed centuries for this woman. You are incapable of failing her.” His voice echoed through Cezar, bringing a wry smile to his lips.
There was no point in arguing with the king. His loyalty was the stuff of legends. “After I contact Anna I will create a distraction,” he said instead. “Can you disarm the fairies?”
There was no need to see Styx’s expression to know he was outraged that Cezar would even ask such a question. “Are you trying to be amusing?”
“Just be ready.”
“Always.”
Pulling his thoughts from Styx, Cezar concentrated on his mate. On a distant level he was aware of the imp pacing the floor with a nervous step, and the stale dust that choked the air. He was even aware of the scent of the demons that patrolled the grounds outside. His attention, however, never wavered as he warily tapped into the thoughts of the woman he loved.
“Anna,” he said softly.
Her shock was tangible as she struggled to understand what was happening. “Cezar?”
“Anna, don’t speak aloud,” he commanded, his body tight with fear that she might reveal his presence to Morgana. Anna was close, but still too far away to save if Morgana should strike out. “I can hear your thoughts.”
There was a brief moment as Anna calmed her mind and body, the sweet smell of figs swirling through Cezar with a familiar warmth.
“Are you hurt? Morgana said…”
“I’m well,” he hastily assured her. “What of you?”
“I’m fine.”
Cezar greedily drank in the sense of Anna, a surge of anger racing through him as he felt the pain she tried to conceal.
“You’ve been injured.”
“It’s nothing.”
His teeth snapped together in frustration, but unable to do anything to help ease her wounds, he reminded himself of the danger of wasting even a moment.
“You’re with Morgana?”
“Yes.”
“You must not allow her to suspect that I am conscious. Can you listen to me without revealing my presence to Morgana?”
“I’ll try.” Her courage wavered before she pulled it back around her like a well-worn cloak. “She said that she had you chained with a stake to your heart.”
“Troy decided he didn’t particularly care for the thought of being Morgana’s whipping boy for the next few centuries,” he assured her. “He’s placed his bet on the fact that we can bring an end to her.”
“Yeah, that’s the same bet I placed.”
His heart squeezed. Dios. He would find the means to save her. There was no other option.
“Just hold on, Anna, I’m on my way.”
An astonishing blast of power rocked Cezar back on his heels as Anna reacted to his words.
“No, Cezar, get everyone out of here,” she demanded. “I can deal with Morgana, but not if I’m worried about someone getting hurt.”
He growled deep in his throat as he braced himself against her surge of energy. For all her raw power, he had had years to hone his skills.
“Don’t even waste your time, Anna. None of us are leaving.”
“Cezar…”
“Stall Morgana for as long as you can.” He overrode her protest. “I’ll be there.”
Damn the pig-headed, unreasonable, insufferable…demon.
Anna fiercely attempted to reach out with her thoughts, but once again Cezar was capable of blocking her efforts.
When this was all said and done she intended to discover a means to break through that barrier. Her mate would learn a lesson in tossing her out in the midst of an argument.
Well, always assuming she lived that long.
A prospect that wasn’t looking all that good as Morgana suddenly stepped forward and slapped her across the face.
“Don’t you dare ignore me, you nasty rodent,” she seethed, her fury a tangible force in the small kitchen. “When I’m about to kill someone I expect their full attention.”
As the flare of pain rocked through her, Anna realized that she had missed most of the tantrum her aunt had been throwing. Obviously the queen knew enough of vampires to realize that holding Cezar wasn’t quite the bargaining chip that she had hoped for. After all, if Anna died, the vampire would quickly follow her to the grave.
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