Taken By Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #7.25)(5)

He was a large gentleman with a thick mane of hair that had turned silver centuries before. His face was square with strong features and black eyes that hinted at his ruthless will. Most women considered him handsome, although he would never claim the breathtaking splendor of Victor.

Halting near the stone railing, Justin folded his arms over his chest, his expression smug. Which could mean only one thing.

Gingerly Juliet opened her senses, not surprised by the unmistakable wall of magic that surrounded the mage. Justin might be an arrogant ass, as Victor claimed, but he was not stupid. He would never approach any vampire, let alone the powerful clan chief, without a spell of protection.

Not that it would keep a determined vampire from ripping out his throat.

“There will be no doubt if and when I desire to frighten you, devil spawn,” Justin taunted.

A wave of icy power raced through the air, prickling painfully over Juliet’s skin.

“Do not allow your ability to intimidate a few lesser demons to swell your head, Hawthorne,” Victor drawled. “It would be a lethal mistake.”

Taking advantage of Victor’s brief distraction, Juliet slipped from his grasp and moved to the center of the terrace.

“Since my presence is obviously superfluous, I will leave you two to entertain each other,” she muttered.

Justin stepped smoothly toward her, stretching out his hand. “Forgive me, Juliet—”

The words had barely left his mouth when he was abruptly slammed against the brick wall of the mansion, Victor’s hand wrapped around his throat and a pair of vicious fangs a mere breath away from his jugular.

Shocked by the swift violence, not to mention Victor’s ease in breaching Justin’s considerable defensive spell, Juliet hurried to the vampire’s side, laying a cautious hand on his shoulder.

“My lord, no,” she said, her voice a mere whisper. The air was thick with danger. It did not seem particularly wise to startle the lethal vampire. “I will not tolerate you creating a scene.”

There was a tense moment when Justin’s life hung in the balance; then, with a low snarl, Victor tossed the larger man aside and turned to grab Juliet, his silver eyes flashing with a stark hunger.

“Take heed, little one. I have attempted to cultivate patience—you are very young, after all—but my desire for you is swiftly consuming me,” he rasped. “I will not wait much longer.”

Her heart slammed against her chest, but not in fear, despite the slender fingers digging into her shoulders and the savage glitter in the silver eyes. No. It was pure exhilaration racing through her blood.

“Are you threatening me?” she breathed.

He framed her face in his hands, staring deep into her eyes before lowering his head to cover her mouth with a harsh, shockingly possessive kiss.

“A promise, nothing more,” he whispered against her lips; then, with a muttered curse, he abruptly released her and disappeared from the terrace with a terrifying speed.

Unconsciously Juliet pressed her fingers to her lips, feeling…shattered.

She had sensed the volatile emotions that lurked just below the surface when Victor was near. It was like standing in the middle of an alchemist’s lab, acutely aware that the brewing concoctions might suddenly explode.

But she had never realized that his kiss, any kiss, could snatch the earth from beneath her feet.

Hearing a faint noise, she smoothed the shock from her face. The last thing she desired was for anyone to guess her unwelcome vulnerability to Victor.

She was prepared as Justin moved to her side, a scowl marring his handsome features and his dark eyes smoldering with hatred.

The man was accustomed to being the master of any situation. He was not only a powerful mage, but with Juliet’s assistance, he had acquired a massive collection of magical weapons that would make anyone hesitate to challenge him.

Now Victor had effectively proven that he was capable of ripping out Justin’s throat and leaving him another corpse in London’s gutters. It was little wonder his hand was not quite steady as he patted the precise folds of his cravat.

“Damn the bastard,” he bit out. “How did he slip back to London without my knowledge?”

Her lips twisted, her gaze skimming over the dark, seemingly empty garden.

“A demon does not survive a thousand years without acquiring the skills necessary to travel unnoticed,” she pointed out dryly.

Justin was far from appeased. “Skills or not, I intend to have a word with my servants. They clearly have grown lax in their duties.”

“Lax? Highly doubtful,” she said. “They are terrified of you.”

With a shake of his head, Justin made an effort to pretend that he had not just been tossed across the terrace by an infuriated vampire.

“And you, Juliet?” he demanded, his fingers trailing a suggestive path over her flushed cheek. “Are you terrified of me?”

She took an abrupt step backward. Justin was handsome and, when he made the effort, a charming companion, but she had no interest in becoming his mistress. As far as she was concerned, their relationship was strictly business.

“Not particularly.”

“Hmm.” He studied her with a rueful smile. “I wish I believed you, my dear.”

With a restless shrug, Juliet turned to pace toward the edge of the terrace.

“Perhaps we should leave London.”