When Darkness Ends (Guardians of Eternity #12)(34)

Either way it was making her tremble with a delicious sense of anticipation.

“That I’m what?” she asked.

“Not unhappy.”

She met his piercing gaze, sensing the intense emotions that smoldered just beneath the surface.

Was he angry? Frustrated? Wishing he’d never followed his friend into her homeland?

“Why do you care?”

His lips parted, his fangs fully extended. “That, princess, is a question without an answer.”

Chapter Eight

Wearing a cloak that covered him from head to toe, Sir Anthony Benson felt a sharp stab of relief as a shimmering breach suddenly appeared in the middle of his attic.

It’d taken Yiant only a few hours to return with the potion that Anthony had demanded, but he’d hesitated to complete the spell. He needed to speak with Keeley before he headed into the lair of the Oracles. If the Chatri were in this world because they sensed his plot, then he needed to take extra precautions.

But as the hours passed with no sign of the imp, he’d at last started his preparations. Whether Keeley had given in to his cowardice and run or he’d been killed by the King of Vampires, Anthony couldn’t wait any longer.

The spell of Compulsion he’d built layer by slow layer around the Commission would already be starting to fade. And just as dangerous, his connection to one Oracle in particular was reaching a critical point.

A fact that had been emphasized when it’d taken him three attempts to magically command the demon to leave the caves and form the breach that he needed to travel halfway around the world.

Not for the first time he regretted his inability to use Keeley or one of the local fairies to create a portal to take him to the woods that surrounded the Oracles’ lair. Unfortunately, while he could mask his scent with a disguise amulet, there was no way to hide the power surge of fey magic that a portal demanded.

The Oracles would know he was coming before he could ever step foot near the caves.

On the other hand, a breach caused by one of their own would never be noticed.

Reaching into the pocket of his cloak, Anthony curled his fingers around the bottle of potion as he stepped into the breach. Immediately he was stung by a hundred pinpricks of electricity; it felt as if he were being attacked by a swarm of bees. This was why most people avoided traveling through a breach.

Locked on the demon who’d created the opening, he forced himself to move steadily forward, chanting a lethal spell as he at last stepped out the other side.

He was prepared to destroy any threat that might be lying in wait.

Shivering as the icy breeze tugged at his cloak, Anthony backed against the tree, struggling to see through the thick darkness that shrouded the woods. Unlike the supernatural creatures, he didn’t have night sight that could penetrate the predawn shadows.

When nothing leaped out to kill him, Anthony altered his spell to produce a small ball of light that floated just above his head.

The illumination was enough for him to catch sight of the eerily beautiful woman who stood in a small clearing, her long copper hair floating around her oval face that was dominated by a pair of green eyes speckled with pure silver.

Phyla looked like she should have been strutting the catwalks of Paris, not hidden in a damp cave near the Mississippi River. But the beautiful demon attired in a long, nearly see-through white gown, was one of the most powerful Oracles. A bonus when she was creating a breach for him or encouraging the Commission to complete the spell he’d given to her, but a pain in the ass when she was trying to escape his control.

Sweat beaded Anthony’s face despite the chill as he covertly pulled the bottle from his pocket and dabbed a small amount of the potion on his fingers. Then, moving forward, he took the female’s hand and offered a deep bow.

“Bless you, mistress,” he murmured, releasing the spell of Compulsion as the potion transferred from his hand to hers. “As always I’m grateful for your assistance.”

The demon briefly tried to fight the spell, inwardly sensing she was about to break free. Then, as the potion spread through her body, the woman’s tension eased. Slowly her features softened, a hint of confusion darkening her eyes.

“Do I know you?” she asked, her words coming out as a low hiss.

Anthony smiled with smug satisfaction. The potion enhanced his powers far beyond those of a normal druid, giving him complete control of the demons who thought they were superior to humans.

Arrogant bastards.

“I am nobody,” he said. “You will soon forget my presence.”

“This is wrong.” The woman pulled her hand free, stepping back with a fluid movement that reminded him of a serpent. “I should not be here.”

Anthony’s smile remained. The spell had come close to snapping, but he could feel his connection to the demon strengthening with every passing second.

“You have merely come for a stroll.” The words were spoken as a command. “Now you need to return to your private rooms. You are tired.”

She gave a blink. “Yessssss. I am tired.”

“Go now.”

The demon turned, slowly making her way toward the caves. Anthony didn’t bother to wait for her to disappear before he was headed up the bluff that overlooked the Mississippi River. Thanks to Keeley, he was familiar with a hidden entrance into the lair that would allow him to avoid the Commission and their numerous servants.