Yikes. Was stunning beauty a prerequisite to becoming a vampire?
"You must be Darcy." The pale face was unreadable as the dark eyes studied her with a near tangible force. "I am Viper."
"Oh, this is your house," she muttered, her attention already on the wide bed where Styx was lying with his eyes closed. She bit her lip as that pain once again twisted her heart. "What happened to him?"
Turning. Viper moved toward the bed with Darcy on his heels. "The Weres set a trap. We didn't realize the danger until too late."
Her breath caught. "Too late? Is he going to . . ."
"Die?" He gave a shake of his head. "No, he has been grievously wounded, but he will heal."
Her gaze refused to waver from the fierce, bronzed features. Even unconscious Styx managed to look lethal. A deadly warrior who would kill without mercy. But Darcy felt no fear. At least not for herself.
"What can I do?" she whispered.
There was a small pause. "You wish to help?"
"Of course."
"Forgive my suspicion, but considering you are currently being held prisoner by Styx I am more inclined to believe you are here to finish him off rather than offer him succor," the vampire accused in smooth tones.
Oddly offended Darcy turned her head to meet his steady gaze. "If you thought I would harm him, then why did you allow me in?"
"Because I would rather have you where I can keep my eyes on you."
She flinched at the stark words. Dang it. She had endured enough suspicion and downright dislike over the years from her fellow humans. Or maybe not so fellow humans. Did she have to take it from demons as well?
"Brutal, but honest I suppose," she muttered.
Viper shrugged. "It prevents any confusion."
Her chin tilted. "I would never hurt anyone unless I was protecting myself. And I certainly wouldn't hurt someone who is already injured."
"Then why are you here?" he demanded.
"I told you, I want to help."
Viper looked far from convinced, but before he could speak there was a rustle from the bed. Even without vampire speed Darcy managed to leap past Viper and seat herself on the bed beside Styx.
"Styx?"
The thick lashes opened with painful slowness. "Angel?"
"I'm here."
His hand reached out to grasp her fingers in a near painful grip. "Viper. Was he harmed?"
Viper shifted to be within easy sight of Styx. "I am here, old friend."
Relief rippled over the bronzed features before they abruptly hardened. "Was it Salvatore?"
"I believe so. He was certainly a pureblood with a talent for masking his scent. I very nearly missed his presence."
"Damn."
"My thoughts precisely," Viper said in a tight voice. "When you are healed we definitely need to have a long conversation with that mutt."
"A short conversation."