She told herself that it was shock that made her stomach clench and her heart race. And as for the sizzle of excitement that shot through her . . . well, that had to be anger.
Anything else would be sheer insanity.
“It’s a warning that unless you get off of me this instant I will curse your most prized possession,” she said between gritted teeth. “And I’m not talking about your sword.”
Chapter 4
Uriel glared at the woman pinned beneath him.
Nothing had gone right from the minute he’d left Victor’s lair.
He’d journeyed directly to Stonehenge only to run headlong into a brick wall.
Literally.
The damned mage had left a dozen different snares to trap the unwary. Twice Uriel had been dropped into hidden pits. The first one had been lined with bricks embedded with silver spikes that had seared away the flesh of his palms and feet before he’d managed to climb his way out. The second pit had been filled with rabid hellhounds he’d been forced to fight through to get to the door that led to the cell he could sense deep below ground.
It had taken days to heal his wounds and gather enough strength to continue his trek downward. It had taken even more days to dodge the Sylvermyst who patrolled the tunnels and then, at last, barrel his way through the heavy door.
Was it any wonder he wasn’t in the mood for surprises?
And Kata was a surprise, he grudgingly admitted.
He’d expected her beauty. She was a twin to Marika, after all, and as much as he might detest the cold-blooded bitch, no one could deny she was stunning.
But while Kata shared Marika’s glossy curls and midnight eyes set in a pale, perfect face, they had nothing in common.
Marika was cold arrogance edged with the promise of pain.