Taken By Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #7.25)(9)

Juliet moved to the dresser and began pinning her thick curls on top of her head.

“Do you wish my assistance or not?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then tell me what happened.”

“After you left me alone to entertain myself I decided to visit the docks.”

“Why in heaven’s name would you…?” Juliet bit off her words as realization struck. “The pixies. Really, Levet.”

“I am a gargoyle, not a saint. And you were the one to tempt me with the promise of pixies.”

Juliet stiffened at the ludicrous accusation. “I did no such thing.”

“Juliet, something is coming,” Levet hissed, his fear potent enough to spill through her. “Please, ma petite, I need you.”

There was a painful wrench, and abruptly her connection to the gargoyle was severed.

“Damn.”

Pausing only long enough to shove a knit hat over her curls, she clambered out her window and jumped the short distance to the nearby tree.

She might not possess Justin’s terrifying magic or Victor’s icy power, but she was willing to do whatever necessary to rescue her one true friend.

No matter what the danger.

The estate of the Marquis DeRosa was less than a half-hour ride from London, but it provided all the space and privacy a vampire craved.

Built of white stone, it was designed along pure, classical lines with massive marble columns and tall windows that overlooked the manicured lawn and distant lake.

It was not the first manor house built on that precise spot. Victor had, after all, owned the property for several hundred years. But like all the others before, it was constructed as much for security as for luxury.

The vast grounds were guarded during the evening by his clan brothers, while the daylight hours were protected by poisonous Bguli demons who could defeat all but the most powerful enemies. The house itself was wrapped in hexes to keep out unwelcome intruders, including any overly forward humans.

Not that the elaborate defenses were actually necessary.

Only a demon or mortal anxious to seek his grave would be stupid enough to invade Victor’s lair.

Not without invitation.

Sprawled in a massive wooden chair that had once belonged to a Roman general who had the misfortune to kill a human under clan protection, Victor surveyed the various guests who filled his elegant salon.

There was a combination of demons. Vampires, imps, several lovely nymphs, and a handful of human chattel, all of whom were extraordinarily beautiful, and all eager to capture Victor’s brooding attention.

A pity he had no interest in the half-naked bodies that were deliberately poised on the chaise longues and large pillows tossed across the carpet. The tasty feast might be perfectly calculated to sate a hungry vampire, but Victor felt nothing more than cold apathy.

Waving away the silver-haired nymph attired in a thin gauze gown who knelt at his feet with her head tilted in silent invitation, he ruefully accepted that his once varied and exotic taste had now been reduced to one particular female.

A female whom he was still no closer to having in his bed.

His slender fingers were tapping a restless tattoo on the scrolled arm of the chair, his body aching for Miss Juliet Lawrence, when the far doors were thrust open to reveal a tall vampire with a halo of brown curls and large brown eyes.

Most people were deceived by the air of youth and innocence that clung to Uriel even after two centuries, but not Victor. Although the vampire would never possess Victor’s own power, Uriel was a brutal killer when necessary and loyal beyond reason.

Which was precisely why Victor had demanded the demon maintain a constant guard on Juliet since she’d first captured his fancy.

With a lift of his brow, he gestured for the vampire to join him, knowing that Uriel would never have abandoned his post without a compelling reason.

Moving through the guests with fluid speed, Uriel fell to his knees before Victor and bent his head.

“Master.”

“Tell me.”

“The female left her home.”

“An odd hour.” He frowned. It was because Juliet’s maid had sent a note to say her mistress would be staying in for the evening that he had reluctantly agreed to this small gathering. His clan deserved a few entertainments even if their chief was preoccupied with a stubborn, unmanageable female. “She was with Hawthorne?”

“No, master, she was alone.”

“Alone?”

“Alone and on foot.”

“Damn.” Victor’s hands clenched the arms of his chair, the wood creaking as it threatened to shatter beneath the pressure. “I trust Johan is following her?”

“Of course.”

He glanced toward the dark windows, judging the hours before sunrise.

“Juliet is impulsive, but she is not a fool. Why would she be traveling the London streets alone?” He returned his attention to his servant. “Did a messenger arrive?”

“No, master. No one approached the house.”

Something perilously close to fury flared through Victor’s cold heart as he flowed to his feet.

Where the devil would Juliet be headed to at such an hour? Although London was no doubt ablaze with parties, she would never attend one without a proper chaperon and certainly not on foot.

So that meant she was either conducting nefarious business or she was meeting a secret lover.