When Darkness Comes (Guardians of Eternity #1)(36)

She was bold and daring. A vampire's lover. The woman who held the fate of the world within her.

A weary smile tugged at her lips.

God save the world if she was its best hope.

"I don't know about extraordinary," she murmured, "but I'm definitely exhausted."

'Then sleep." His lips pressed gently to her hair. "I promise to keep you safe."

Abby allowed her heavy lids to fall shut.

No doubt she should be making plans and considering her options. Or even returning to the coven to discover if she could find any clue of where the witches might have fled.

Who knew what might be stalking and closing in on her even now?

At the moment, however, she preferred to play the role of Scarlett O'Hara to that of Lara Croft.

She would consider it all… tomorrow.

Dante was a card-carrying cynic.

How could he not be?

He was an immortal. He had done everything, seen everything, been with everything.

Most of them more than once.

There was nothing left to surprise him.

Nothing but the woman currently curled in his arms.

Bloody hell. He had already been amazed by her rare courage. And, of course, dazzled by her beauty. But to have her give herself to him with such raw, delicious abandon.

Well, that was enough to make even a jaded creature of the night feel a bit stunned.

A wry smile twisted his lips, and his hand ran softly over her curls. He was unaccustomed to holding a woman for hours as she slept. It was not the way of vampires. They were by nature solitary creatures. And even when together, they didn't seek such tender intimacy. Passion was all well and good, but once it was done, there was no reason to linger.

Only humans felt the need to hide animal instincts behind pretty emotional wrappings.

Perhaps vampires were not nearly as wise as they had always believed, he ruefully conceded.

Sensitive to Abby's slightest movement, Dante was aware the moment she began to stir. Tangled black lashes fluttered and then at last lifted to reveal sleepy blue eyes.

"Dante?" she murmured.

His arms instinctively tightened. "I'm here, lover."

"Did you sleep at all?"

Dante shrugged. "I have little need for sleep."

"Speaking of need, I have to step outside."

With a rueful grimace, Abby pulled out of his grasp and pulled on her scattered clothes. Dante rose as well, his gaze never straying from her awkward motions.

'You won't wander far?" he warned as she moved toward the entrance of the cave.

She tossed him awry glance. "Don't worry."

She might as well have saved her breath, he acknowledged as she slipped out of the cave. He would of course worry. And fret. And damn the all-too-slow setting sun that prevented him from following after her.

If something happened, he would be utterly helpless to save Abby.

He paced the cave. That took all of five seconds. He rammed his fingers through his tangled hair and impatiently pulled it back to tie it at his nape. That took nearly three minutes. He paced again. And again. And again.

Ten minutes later, he was seriously considering the notion of marching from the cave to assure himself that Abby was still alive. Thankfully the sound of her pounding footsteps prevented any hasty death-by-setting-sun; moving as close to the entrance as he dared, he stood directly in her path as she barreled right into his waiting arms.

His brows swiftly pulled together as he felt her trembling against him.

"Abby? Is something wrong?"

She tilted back her head, her eyes wide. "I don't know. There were… shadows out there."

Dante tensed in reaction, already considering how he could protect this woman while they were virtually trapped in the cave. Damn, he had not counted on anyone finding them so swiftly.

"Shadows?"

"No, that's not exactly right." She gave a frustrated shake of her head. "They were more silvery thingamabobs."

He gave a lift of his brow. "Maybe it would be better if you tried to speak in English, my love. I don't know the translation for thingumabobs."

Turning about, she pointed imperiously toward the mouth of the cave.

"There."

Edging dangerously close to the fading shaft of sunlight, Dante surveyed the nearby trees. His tension fled as he caught sight of the slender silver forms that darted through the shadows.

"Ah."

"What are they?"

Dante shrugged. "I suppose you would call them fey creatures."

She shifted to stand close at his side, seemingly unaware that her sweet heat was cloaking about him and causing all sorts of delicious reactions.

"Fairies?"

"Technically they're demons," he murmured in distracted tones.

'Just great."

He glanced down at her tight expression. "You don't have to worry; they're very gentle and very shy. Which is why they prefer such isolated places."

His words were meant to be comforting, but Abby lifted her hands to press them to her temples.

'This is insanity."

"What?"

She heaved a deep sigh. "Until two days ago, demons were nothing more than something from a B-rated horror show. Now I'm tripping over them every time I turn around. They can't just have suddenly appeared."