Understandable, considering that one was wed to Styx, the King of Vampires, and another wed to Styx’s most trusted guard, Jagr. While the third had mated with the King of Weres, Salvatore.
As soon as they managed to get their hands on Cassie she would be locked away for her own good. Even if being caged again would drive her mad.
“But you won’t?” she breathed.
“No, I won’t,” he admitted without hesitation. “But not because I’m a good guy.”
“Then why?”
His hands slid up to lightly graze the sides of her neck, relishing the trust she offered him. A Were would never allow anyone but family or their most intimate friends to be near their throat.
“Because I’m a selfish SOB.”
Her lips parted, as if to deny his words; then he felt her tense beneath his fingers, her eyes widening.
“Caine.”
“What?” He shifted to make certain his body was between her and the lobby. “What is it?”
“Something’s happened.”
His instincts were on full alert, but with no visible enemy, he was stuck growling at thin air. “I’ve warned you, I don’t speak vague.”
“A . . .” Her words died on her lips as the astonishing green of her eyes was clouded by a strange white glow. “Fluctuation,” she at last said.
Caine frowned, waiting for the familiar glyph to shimmer in the air, revealing yet another prophecy that only Cassie could decipher.
On this occasion, however, nothing appeared.
“A fluctuation in what?”
“The game. A new player has arrived.”
Freaking perfect.
“I don’t suppose he or she is batting for our team?” he asked dryly.
“No. His heart is dark.” The white faded from her eyes to reveal a sudden flare of horror as she grabbed his arm to keep her knees from buckling. “Pain. So much pain.”
Wrapping a steadying arm around her waist, he covertly made sure he could easily palm the dagger he’d hidden at the small of his back as well as the handgun holstered beneath his left arm.
“Is he in Vegas?”
She heaved a sigh of frustration. “I don’t know.”
“I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.” He stepped back, his gaze sweeping over the lobby for any hint of danger. “In the meantime we need to get away from these crowds.”
Two days later
Gaius’s lair in Louisiana
Gaius brushed a hand down the elegant black suit that was perfectly tailored to his slender body before making sure the pale silver tie was lying smooth against the white silk shirt.
Despite his dislike for the witch, he had to admit that Sally had done a fine job in preparing for his arrival. Not only had she refitted the house with heavy shutters that kept out most of the daylight, and surrounded it with a revulsion spell that would keep out all but the most powerful demons, but she’d ordered an entire closet full of clothing that suited his understated but elegant tastes.
Odd that such a flamboyant little freak could possess such fine taste in men’s attire.
He could only hope she was equally talented in fulfilling his most current need.