“Because what makes Darcy happy makes me happy.” Styx moved until they were nose to nose, his power digging into Jagr’s flesh. “Clear enough?”
“Painfully clear.”
“Good.” Styx stepped back and released his power. Slipping his hand beneath his leather coat, he pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to Jagr. “Here. The phone has the numbers of the brothers who are searching for Regan, as well as contacts in St. Louis. It also has my private line. Contact me when you find Regan.”
Jagr pocketed the phone and headed for the door. There was no point in arguing. Styx was struggling to force the vampires out of their barbaric past, but it wasn’t a freaking democracy.
Not even close.
“I will leave within the hour.”
“Jagr.”
Halting at the door, Jagr turned with a searing fury. “What?”
Styx didn’t so much as flinch. “Do not forget for one moment that Regan is precious cargo. If I discover you have left so much as a bruise on her pretty skin, you won’t be pleased with the consequences.”
“So I’m to track down a rabid Were who doesn’t want to be found, and haul her to Chicago without leaving a mark?”
“Obviously the rumors of your extraordinary intelligence were not exaggerated, my brother.”
With a hiss, Jagr turned and stormed through the shattered opening. “I’m not your brother.”
Viper monitored Jagr’s furious exit with a wary gaze.
Actually it hadn’t gone as bad as he had feared. No death or mutilation. Not even a maiming.
Always a plus.
Still, he knew Jagr too well. Of all his clansmen, he had always known that the ancient Visigoth was the most feral. Understandable after what he’d endured, but no less dangerous. He was beginning to regret having brought the tortured vampire to Styx’s attention.
Slipping past the seated demons who were once again enthralled with the dew fairies, Viper returned to the office, finding Styx staring out the window.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” he muttered, his gaze taking in his priceless paintings, lying shattered on the floor.
Styx turned, his arms folded over his chest. “A premonition? Shall I contact the Commission and inform them they have a potential Oracle?”
Viper arched a warning brow. “Only if you want me to lock you in a cell with Levet for the next century.”
Styx gave a sharp bark of laughter. “A nice bluff, but Levet has decided that he is the only one capable of tracking Darcy’s missing sister. He left for St. Louis as soon as Salvatore informed me that Regan had slipped from his grasp.”
“Perfect, now we have two loose cannons charging about Missouri. I’m not sure the natives will survive.”
“You believe Jagr is a loose cannon?”
Viper grimaced, recalling the night that Jagr had appeared at his lair requesting asylum. He had encountered any number of lethal demons, most of whom wanted nothing more than to kill him. He’d never, however, until that night, looked into the eyes of another and seen only death.
“I think beneath all that grim control, he’s a step from slipping into madness.”
“And yet you allowed him to become a clansman.”
Viper shrugged. “When he petitioned, my first inclination was to refuse. I could sense he was not only dangerously close to the edge, but that he was powerful and aggressive enough to challenge me as clan chief. He’s a leader by nature, not a follower.”
“So why allow him into Chicago?”
“Because he swore an oath to disappear into his lair and not offer any trouble.”
“And?” Styx prodded.