Devoured by Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #7)(47)

“You really do enjoy living on the edge,” he told Tane in dry tones.

Tane snorted. “Victor threatened an international incident if I left him in London.”

Styx shook his head. “Why me?”

There was the unmistakable scent of Were before a tiny woman with short blonde hair and green eyes that dominated her heart-shaped face entered the hangar and crossed to stand at Styx’s side.

“Because you love me,” she said with a dimpled smile.

The towering vampire scowled, but not even the dimmest demon could fail to notice the warm adoration that softened his expression.

“I do, but I thought I asked you to wait in the car?”

“You didn’t ask, you commanded. And we both know how well I obey orders,” she said pertly, turning to grab Laylah’s hand. “Hi, you must be Laylah.”

Laylah struggled to find her voice. Although she knew that she’d never met the pretty Were, for a moment she’d been convinced that it was Harley walking toward her.

Up close she could see the subtle differences between this woman and the female Were that Caine kept as a heavily protected guest at his home, but the resemblance was still stunning.

“You’re …”

“Darcy,” the woman supplied, her smile filled with a friendliness that put Laylah on instant guard. She had ample experience at being feared, loathed, and kicked when she was down. But kindness? Not so much. “Harley’s twin sister.”

“Where is she?” she asked. Harley had been left behind when Caine and Laylah had headed to Hannibal, but since the cur had been stupid enough to try and kidnap the King of Weres, Laylah was fairly certain everything had gone to hell. “Is she okay?”

“She’s in Chicago.” Darcy chuckled. “And I suppose she’s okay considering she’s just accepted the position as the Queen of Weres.”

Laylah’s mouth fell open.

Now that was a shocker.

Caine had always been careful to keep Laylah isolated from his pack, but she’d heard the rumors that the King of Weres had murdered Harley’s family and intended to include Harley in his path of destruction once he found her.

Obviously the rumors were wrong, or Harley was a thrill-seeker on a massive scale. “She mated with Salvatore?”

Darcy nodded. “Crazy, isn’t it? But, she’s convinced she loves the arrogant pureblood.”

“I’m very happy for her,” Laylah murmured, telling herself the pang in the center of her heart wasn’t envy.

Didn’t she just do an inventory of her pile of problems?

Having a mate would only be the cherry on the top.

“She’s been worried about you.”

Laylah blinked. She and Harley had an odd, distant connection. But they hadn’t been BFFs.

“Really?”

“She made me promise that I would make sure that you weren’t being bullied by a bunch of overzealous vampires.”

“I have done my best to protect her,” Levet announced, waddling to lean against Laylah’s leg in a strangely touching gesture. “But you know how impossible vampires can be.”

Darcy glanced toward her mate. “Intimately.”

Styx reached to brush a tender hand down Darcy’s cheek. “My dear, perhaps we can finish this conversation in a more secure location?”

Laylah took an impulsive step backward, her momentary pleasure in knowing there were actually those who cared about her in the world forgotten in a tidal wave of fear.

“No.”

Tane tugged her back to his side, his body tightly coiled as if preparing to strike.

“Where do you intend to take her?” he growled.

“Easy, Tane.” Styx lifted a hand, the motion making the medallion that hung around his neck glow in the overhead lights. “For now I merely have a few questions for Laylah. She will be safe in my lair.”

Tane wasn’t satisfied. “Have you contacted the Oracles?”

Styx narrowed his gaze, ready and willing for a pissing match.

“Don’t press your luck, Charon.”

“Oh, for goodness sake, come with me Laylah.” Muttering under her breath at the stunning lack of intelligence among the male gender, Darcy hooked her arm through Laylah’s and tugged her toward the nearest door. “We’ll let the men huff and puff in privacy.”

Laylah allowed herself to be led away. Any distance between her and the King of Vampires was welcome. But as soon as they stepped out of the hangar, she gently tried to pull free.

“I can’t go with you.” She absently glanced around the isolated field that had been carved out of a thick tangle of oak trees. It was a perfect spring night with a sky filled with stars, but Laylah was more interested in the stretch limo waiting near the road and three combat-ready vampires that stood guard. Hell, she knew there were ridiculous rumors that she was dangerous. But seriously? She returned her attention to Darcy. “I have …” She stopped to consider her words. “Someone is waiting for me.”

Darcy smiled even as she hauled Laylah steadily toward the waiting car.

“At least join us for dinner,” she urged. “I’m afraid it will be vegetarian, but I have a fabulous cook who makes a veggie lasagna to die for.”

Before she could mouth a protest, Laylah found herself seated in the back of the elegant limo that could easily have hauled the Green Bay Packers.