Laylah had swiftly managed to escape with the baby, but Kata had known it was only a matter of time before she was once again hunted down.
Which was precisely what had happened just a few days before. She’d sensed Laylah in England, and tried to warn her. She shared the same mind connection with her daughter as she did with her sister, but she’d been too late.
Marika and Sergei had discovered her presence and while Laylah had swiftly fled, they’d been hot on her trail.
Even worse, her psychic link to her sister and daughter had become oddly erratic, as if there was something blocking her powers.
While she was currently struggling with all she was worth against the spells that held her captive.
Laylah was in trouble, and she had to reach her.
Lost in her dark thoughts, she was distantly aware of the Sylvermyst who guarded the tomb where she was held prisoner. They never bothered her, but she didn’t doubt that even if she did manage to free herself from Sergei’s bonds, they would prove a difficult barrier to her escape.
A worry for later.
Then she stiffened as her senses picked up an intruder closer at hand.
Yannah.
She didn’t know who, or even what, Yannah was.
She had to be a demon, of course. No human, or even witch, could possibly pop in and out of the buried cell. But since Kata had been near comatose from Sergei’s spell she had no more than a vague image of a small creature with a low, musical voice who had fluttered about her unconscious form and soothed her when she was troubled.
Over the years she’d become accustomed to the female’s unpredictable visits, assuming that if she wanted to hurt her she’d have already done the deed. Not even the most patient demon spent two centuries fussing over a person before striking a death blow.
In fact, she’d begun to think of her as her guardian angel.
Caught in her frantic battle to free herself, Kata was unprepared when the spells that were holding her prisoner abruptly shattered.