Which meant that she had no answer for why Gaius had abandoned his lair.
“There was a scent of humans in the area,” she speculated aloud.
He nodded. “The witch?”
“Her scent was distinct and fading,” Nefri said, making a mental note to tell the Oracles that there’d been something odd about the witch’s scent. She was more than she seemed. “The humans were more recent,” she told Santiago. “Within the past day.”
Santiago accepted her claim without argument. He was one of the few men who didn’t seem intimidated by her superior powers.
“How many?” he instead demanded.
“Impossible to say, but there were more than a dozen.”
He considered the various possibilities. “A search party?”
“That was my thought. Such a large number of missing humans wouldn’t go unnoticed.”
“Typical,” he growled. “If they’d just waited a few days we would have had Gaius cornered.”
“Maybe,” she hedged, unwilling to fool herself that it would be simple. The Oracles wouldn’t have sent her if it was just a case of finding Gaius and asking him to come along nicely.
He turned to study her with a searching gaze. “I don’t like the sound of that ‘maybe.’”
“Gaius has obviously been altered,” she hedged. “We don’t know what new powers he might have.”
“No,” he abruptly denied. “Not altered.”
Tread warily, Nefri. . . . “What do you mean?”
“The witch said he acted like he was under some sort of compulsion,” he said, his tone accusing.
She bit back her words of annoyance. The witch was not only more than she seemed, but she was far too observant for her own good.
She needed to be watched. If only for her own safety. “He’s too powerful a vampire to be enthralled,” she pointed out.
“Then you’re saying the witch was lying?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Is he alone?”
“Possibly not.”
His flare of irritation swirled through the air, biting into her skin.
“Let me guess—you can’t tell me anything about his companion,” he rasped.
Her lips twisted into a wry smile. The buzz of insects fell silent and a dozen small animals scuttled away in sharp fear at Santiago’s sour mood. How long had it been since she’d spent time with a man who was willing to stand up to her?
Too long, if the strange sensations sizzling through her veins were anything to go by.
It was one thing to feel a measure of admiration for Santiago after centuries of being surrounded by sycophants who rarely dared to question her decisions, let alone treat her as if he were her equal. And quite another to shiver in sizzling arousal.
“I can’t because I truly don’t know,” she informed her companion, her voice coated in an extra layer of ice. There was no way she was going to allow this man to sense her growing vulnerability. He was a predator who would pounce on the first hint of weakness. “I’m merely a servant of the Oracles, not their confidante.”
Santiago growled, but before he could express his smoldering frustration, there was the rustle of leaves above them and the pungent scent of granite.
“Gargoyle,” Santiago instead muttered, stepping back as Levet floated down on his fairy wings to land on the path between them.