Anna’s expression, however, was enough to keep his mouth shut. See, he was a lot smarter than he looked.
“God, you’re…” her words broke off as she covered her face with shaky hands. “This is ridiculous. I can’t possibly be the one you’re looking for.”
Cezar battled the instinctive need to rush to Anna and pull her into his arms. What the hell was the matter with him? He was an ancient conquistador, a warrior, a predator. Until the Oracles had taken command of his life he had killed without mercy and took what he wanted without asking.
The world had trembled at his passing.
Now he wanted nothing more than to offer comfort to a woman because she was feeling alone and frightened.
Grimly he returned his attention to the fairy who was using his distraction for an opportunity to escape. With a low growl he lowered his head until she could feel his fangs against her neck.
“Did you reveal to the queen that you had found Anna?”
She gave a tiny squeak. “I might have sent a message that said something about bringing Her Majesty a special gift.”
Cezar cursed beneath his breath. If the queen was traveling to Chicago they were in for some major trouble. She possessed a nasty temper and ancient powers she was willing to use without a care for the destruction she might cause.
He had to warn the Oracles.
But first things first.
Capable of sensing the gist of his vile Spanish curses even if she didn’t understand the actual words, Anna moved forward with a worried frown.
“Cezar?”
“I must get you to Styx.”
Her gaze shifted to the fairy trapped in his arms. “What are you going to do to Sybil?”
He grimaced. “She’ll have to come with us. She might possess information we’ll need.”
Sybil resumed her struggles. “Like hell I will.”
“You’ll come with us or I’ll kill you,” he said, his voice cold enough to assure the fairy he meant every word.
“Fine, I’ll come.”
“I thought you might.”
Chapter 4
When Cezar had told Anna that they would be staying with his vampire friend, she wasn’t sure what to expect. Where did vampires live? Crypts? Sewers? The fiery pits of hell?
Turns out that vampires live in huge, elegant estates with iron gates, hidden cameras, vampire security guards, and a freaking lawn that was bigger than most third world countries.
And no doubt worth twice as much.
If Anna hadn’t been so weary and hungry and downright crazed from the strange night, she might have balked at being led up the winding tree-lined drive to the sprawling Colonial mansion.
As it was she was just so happy at the thought of a warm bed and a roof over her head that she numbly returned the greetings of the towering Styx and his pretty mate, who met them in the marble foyer and after one glance at her wan face had her whisked up the curved staircase to a guest bedroom.
The room with its connecting bathroom was as large as her apartment in L.A., but she had no time to appreciate the lavender and ivory décor before she was soaking in a tub that could hold the Chicago Bears with room for a cheerleader or two.
When she had soaked herself into a prune, Anna at last pulled on a terry cloth robe conveniently left on the counter, and made her way to the wide bed. Her stomach growled as she perched on the edge of the mattress, but she found her feet reluctant to carry her from the welcome peace of the room.
Beyond the door was a plethora of creatures that most people believed were nothing more than myths. Vampires, werewolves, fairies…
Granted, Anna had already suspected that there were more than humans walking around. Hell, she was living proof. And over the years she had more than once considered the possibility that Cezar was a vampire.