Embrace The Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #2)(81)
"I can't stop you from going in search of Viper, but I want your word that you won't do anything stupid."
Shay rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Why do people keep saying that to me?"
"Because you are rash, and impulsive, and you let your heart lead your path. Just be careful."
"I will, I promise."
She bent down to give his cheek a kiss just as the cave was lit with the first glow of dawn. By the time she had straightened, or had straightened as much as she could without smacking her head, the gargoyle had turned to stone.
With a last pat on Levet's head she turned and walked deeper into the tunnel.
Although immortality had a number of benefits, there were a handful of downsides to living forever. The endless tedium of the Dark Ages. The ghastly fashions of the sixties. The annoyance of learning new technology. And, worst of all, surviving even the most brutal torture.
And surviving, and surviving, and surviving.
Viper had long since lost track of how much time had passed since he had been hauled down to the dank cavern. Somehow hanging from the ceiling by silver chains and having his flesh sliced open by whips was proving a helluva distraction.
He did know that it was long enough that far too much of his blood had pooled onto the rough stone floor. And that it was increasingly difficult to hold up his head.
With a brutal rhythm the whips cracked through the air, never pausing, never quickening, never altering. A slow, steady rhythm that was ruthlessly shredding his back and legs. The end came without warning. One moment the whip was biting deep into his back and the next the silent Ravens were filing from the shadowed cavern.
He might have groaned his relief if he hadn't sensed Styx step into the room and cross to stand directly before him. He would chug holy water before he would allow his captor to witness any hint of weakness.
Easily able to read his dark thoughts the tall vampire made an impatient sound even as his hand reached out to gently touch one of the gashes that ribboned Viper's back.
"Why must you be so stubborn, Viper? It serves you nothing. All you need do is call the Shalott and you will be released and healed."
Ignoring the agony of even the smallest movement Viper lifted his head to glare at his one time friend.
"The moment you release me I will kill you."
The bronzed face might have been carved from granite. "I am not your enemy."
"So this is how you treat your friends?" Viper spit at his feet. "Then I can only say mat your hospitality sucks."
"You know I would never see you harmed. I would never wish harm upon any of my brothers." Styx lifted his hand from Viper's back and frowned at the blood that stained his fingers. "I seek to save us all from chaos and ruin."
"No," Viper hissed. "You seek to sacrifice a young, innocent woman to save a vampire who brought about his own ruin. Or do you deny the weakness of the Anasso?"
Styx clenched his hands at his sides. His loyalty to his master was without question, but not even he could entirely hide his dislike for the illness that had ravaged the once powerful vampire.
It was a closely held secret that vampires could be affected by taking the blood of those who were addicted to drugs. And an even more closely held secret that vampires themselves could be chained to the addiction. The tainted blood would slowly, but ruthlessly destroy any vampire.
Even the Anasso.
"That is all in the past," Styx retorted in frigid tones.
"You mean after he was cured by Shay's father?"
"Yes."
Viper gritted his teeth as a fresh wave of pain shot down his arms. Vampires were not meant to hang from ceilings by silver shackles. Of course, they were not intended to be kidnapped by companions they had once called friend, or whipped like a savage dog.
"If it is in the past why is he ill once again?" he demanded.
To his surprise Styx turned to pace across the damp floor, his flowing black robe unable to hide the tightness that clenched at his shoulders. Slowly he bent his head, almost as if he were in prayer.
"Does it matter?"
Viper's pain was forgotten as a violent fury surged through him.
"Considering you intend to murder the woman I love, then yes, it matters a great deal."
Styx visibly flinched, as if Viper had actually reached out to strike him.
"I... regret the necessity. You cannot know how much, Viper, but you must think what will occur if the Anasso dies." Slowly turning the vampire regarded Viper with a haunted expression. "Vampire will rise up against vampire. Some to claim dominion over us, and others simply to return to the days before peace. The blood of the clans will drown us all while the jackals wait to return to their place of glory."
"Jackals?" Viper frowned. "You mean the weres?"
'They are banded together beneath a new king. A young and fierce werewolf who dreams of the day when they rule the night," Styx retorted, his voice dark with concern. "It is only fear of the Anasso that keeps them from howling at our doorstep."
Viper gave a slow shake of his head. By the blood of the saints. Was Styx truly so blind? Had he been rattling around these dark caves for so long that he had no idea what was going on in the world?
"You are a fool, Styx," he growled.
The dark eyes narrowed. "No doubt many would agree with you, but never to my face."
Alexandra Ivy's Books
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