The big kahuna. The CEO and founding member.
It was Nefri’s medallion that allowed her to travel through the Veil. And it was her powers that kept her people safe from those demons who attempted to break through the misty barrier that surrounded their world.
Ironically most vampires would be fascinated to meet one of the Immortals.
They were a source of myth and mystery and only a rare few vampires could ever claim to having encountered one. Like freaking leprechauns, Santiago acknowledged with a wry smile.
He, on the other hand, had barely been out of his foundling years when his sire had grimly informed him that he could not bear this world after the loss of his mate and was leaving to join those beyond the Veil.
The memory of his rejection was like a raw wound that had never fully healed for Santiago.
“I thought your ... clan had turned their backs on the mortal world,” he accused between clenched teeth. “What are you doing here?”
“The disruptions that are thinning the barriers between dimensions are affecting us as well.”
“Ah.” He regarded her with an acid gaze, even as his body continued to react as if it had never seen a woman before. Madre Dios. If he didn’t leash his instincts he’d have her tumbled on the nearby bed and showing her just what she’d been missing all those long, lonely years. Maybe she would even discover a new appreciation for a mere barbarian. Or maybe she would rip out your heart and feed it to the wolves, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. For some reason the thought only intensified his smoldering anger. “So you were willing to remain in your little slice of paradise while the rest of us went to hell, but now that you’re being threatened you’re ready to take notice of the danger?”
Her dark gaze held a piercing intelligence that warned she could see far more than he wanted to share.
“So bitter,” she murmured softly. “You cared very deeply for Gaius.”
He squared his shoulders, refusing to allow the memory of his sire to rise to mind.
“I care about the family who didn’t abandon me,” he growled, “which is why I would do anything to protect them.”
“I am here to offer assistance, not harm.”
“Easy enough to claim.”
“True,” she readily agreed. “What will it take to convince you?”
Oh, he could think of several possibilities.
Erotic images flashed through his mind, most of them focused on having those cherry lips wrapped around a specific body part.
With a growl he was crushing the dangerous thoughts. How often had he used his own potent sexual attraction to defeat his enemies?
He wasn’t going to be led around by his cock.
“It’s no coincidence you are in this precise spot at this precise moment,” he accused.
With an elegant motion Nefri moved toward the window overlooking the backyard, her hair rippling like liquid ebony in the moonlight.
“No, it is no coincidence,” she admitted. “Like you I am searching for the prophet.”
Santiago curled his fingers, ignoring the itch to run them through those satin strands of hair.
“Why?”
She turned back to meet his wary gaze. “It was our hope to protect her from the Dark Lord by taking her beyond the Veil.” She waved a hand toward the empty room. “I fear we were too late.”
Yeah. He knew the feeling.
“How did you even know of Cassandra?”
A Mona Lisa smile curved her lips. “We are not utterly isolated.”
“So you’ve been spying on us?”