Devoured by Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #7)(92)

“Levet, where are you going?”

“I am French,” the demon muttered, his steps never slowing. “Your point?”

“No woman kisses me like that and then disappears.”

Tane didn’t halt the gargoyle’s grim exit. He was honest enough to admit that he owed the annoying demon a debt of honor.

But that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Besides, he didn’t have time to waste trailing after the fool. Every instinct he possessed screamed he had to get to Laylah.

Now.

Turning his head, he assessed his companion. “Are you hurt?”

Jaelyn shrugged, her gaze lowered to effectively hide her emotions.

“My pride has been brutalized and my manicure will never be the same, but otherwise I’m fine.”

Tane studied the female’s stark profile, sensing there was more than wounded pride churning beneath her don’t-press-the-issue attitude. Thankfully, it wasn’t his concern.

“How did you get here?” he instead asked.

She turned to meet his searching gaze. “I caught the trail of Ariyal as he followed the female vampire and mage to Chicago.”

Tane blinked in surprise. He’d have bet good money the bastard planned to double-cross the female vampire.

“He returned to Marika?”

“No, he was hiding in the woods when he overheard them discussing your Jinn’s journey to this frozen little slice of heaven.”

“Ah.” That made much more sense.

She grimaced. “I tried to stop him.”

“So I see.” Tane’s narrowed gaze roamed over the healing scrapes and bruises, his hands clenching in anticipation of carving punishment out of Ariyal’s fey hide. “Don’t worry, payback’s a bitch.”

“No,” Jaelyn fiercely refused his unspoken offer of a Sylvermyst smack down. “He …”

“What?”

She hunched her shoulder. “He could have killed me. Instead he brought me through the portal and left me here guarded by that spirit.”

“Guarded or held prisoner?”

“Both I suppose,” she muttered.

Was Jaelyn trying to excuse the son of a bitch? How long did it take for that whole Stockholm syndrome to kick in?

“If he kept you alive it was because he thought he could use you as a bargaining chip.” “Vampires don’t bargain.”

“Do you have a better explanation? “ he bluntly challenged.

She gave a very feminine sniff. “Off the top of my head I would guess he simply enjoys torturing me.” She instinctively reached for the gun she kept holstered on her hip, only to come up empty. Ariyal had obviously relieved her of her weapons. “Bastard.”

Tane shook his head. “He’s up to something.”

“Whatever it is, he’s desperate to get his hands on that baby.”

Tane’s fangs extended to their full limit and with a fluid speed he was out of the cave and running through the tunnels.

“Laylah.”

Chapter 22

I intend to kill him …

Laylah took a stumbled step backward, her heart frozen in her chest as she stared in disbelief at the Sylvermyst.

She expected to find hatred etched on that beautiful face. Or fury. Or fanaticism.

Instead there was nothing more than a calm determination that was more terrifying than any amount of ranting and raving.

“Are you demented?” she hissed, hugging Maluhia to her chest. “You can’t kill a helpless baby.”

His lips twisted. “I thought we had already established my evil credentials.”

“Why?”

He pointed the sword at the child in her arms. “It’s the spawn of the Dark Lord.”

She shook her head. “I don’t believe that. It’s innocent.”

“What you believe doesn’t matter. So long as the child exists there will be those determined to use him to return the Master.” His expression hardened. “I can’t allow that.”

A cold prickle brushed the back of her neck, but Laylah didn’t dare glance around. One moment of distraction and the fey could have her head chopped off.

Not only would it make for a very bad day, but the child would be left at the mercy of this sword-wielding maniac.

“Why can’t you allow it?” She covertly stepped to the side, her back feeling excessively exposed to whatever was rushing at her from the tunnel behind her. She could hope that it was Tane, but her luck wasn’t that good. “Sylvermyst would surely rule at the Dark Lord’s side if he is resurrected?”

“Not those who chose slavery rather than follow him into exile.”

She had to admit he had a point.

The Dark Lord wasn’t a forgive and forget kind of deity. Actually he was more of a use-any-excuse-to-maim-and-torture sort of guy.

“You think you would be punished?” she asked.

“Punished?” The Sylvermyst’s laugh was edged with a painful bitterness. “The most we could hope for is utter destruction. The worst …” He shuddered in horror. “An eternity of endless torture.”

“Let’s find out, shall we, traitor?” a cold female voice drawled as Marika stepped into the room, accompanied by her frigid power and surprise, surprise … Sergei. Laylah’s personal, magical, pain in the ass.