“Not currently.”
He nodded, his decision made. “I want a room with suitable comforts.” “Of course.”
A sudden smile curved his mouth. “And privacy.” “Privacy?”
“Thick walls, convenient chains on the wall, soundproof privacy.”
Uriel’s expression was unreadable. “I assume you’ll be sharing the room with the Jinn?”
Oh, he intended to share more than a room with the Jinn.
He’d been suffering with a primitive need to claim Laylah from the moment he’d caught her scent in the tunnels. Now his all consuming need threatened to overwhelm everything, including his sense of self-preservation.
He had to get her in his bed.
And soon.
“I will.”
“And the gargoyle?” Uriel demanded.
Tane shrugged. Laylah was done babysitting the obnoxious little demon. Even if she didn’t know it yet.
“That’s your call, although I highly suggest the bottom of the Thames.”
Uriel shuddered. “Why do I have a nasty suspicion that I’m acquainted with this particular gargoyle?”
Laylah glanced uneasily over her shoulder, cursing Tane for abandoning her in the dank tunnels.
With every passing second her scent was spreading through London, attracting demons like a homing beacon. The knowledge was making her itch. As if there was a pair of unseen eyes watching her from the dark.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, her arms were beginning to ache from carrying the unconscious Levet.
It was like toting around a cement truck.
Thankfully, just when she was considering the possibility of finding her own shelter, she watched as Tane stepped out of a side tunnel along with a tall vampire with the face of an angel.
“Laylah. This is Uriel.” Tane moved to stand at her side. “Victor’s second in command.”
Uriel’s gaze remained averted, as if he couldn’t bear to glance in her direction.
“I have arranged for your privacy.”
She frowned in confusion. “Privacy?”
Without warning Tane plucked the sleeping gargoyle and shoved him at the reluctant vampire.
“Here.”
She watched in confusion as Uriel grasped a stunted horn, allowing the gargoyle to hang at his side.
“What are you doing with Levet?”
“He’s an old friend of Uriel’s,” Tane assured her. “The two of them have a lot of catching up to do.”
Uriel flashed Tane a glance that should have struck him dead.
“You’re in my debt, Charon.”