“Let us be done with this,” he rasped against her mouth. “I have a far better means to spend the evening.”
She shivered, the image of the delicious vampire sprawled on satin sheets, his fangs latched onto the vulnerable throat of a woman, searing through her mind.
“I can imagine.”
He pulled back, a wicked smile curving his lips at the thickness of her voice.
“Soon you will not have to imagine,” he promised.
Annoyed with the indecent ease with which he could make her heart pound and her body ache, Juliet turned her attention to the heavy door blocking their path.
“Magic?” Victor softly demanded.
She held out a hand, lightly touching the dull metal of the door handle, stiffening when the door slid open with shocking ease.
“There are no hexes or curses.”
“No silver,” Victor deduced. Like most demons, vampires were lethally allergic to silver. “A spell?”
Juliet shook her head, ignoring the urge to gag at the putrid scent of unwashed bodies and human waste as she stepped to peer into the gloom of the cavern.
She expected the dozen or so people huddled against the far wall, and even their deplorable state of misery. Whether human or demon, being held as a prisoner was a ghastly fate.
No, but what did surprise her was the realization that none of them were bound in any way.
No cages, no shackles, no magic.
She turned to stab Victor with a puzzled frown. “What is keeping them in there?”
“Pure fear.” His expression hardened. “There is nothing to be done, little one. So long as the prisoners are held captive by their terror, then nothing will induce them to leave.”
“Could you glamour them?”
“I am powerful, but there is no vampire who could glamour so many at once.”
She gnawed her bottom lip, considering their limited options.
“Then we must discover something that will convince them that it is more dangerous to remain than to flee.”
His brows arched at her odd request. “I do not believe you would appreciate my means of convincing them just how dangerous I can be.”
“No, I did not mean you,” she hastily said, appalled at the mere thought of the poor creatures being tormented by a rampaging vampire. “I know a spell, but I have not attempted to use it for years.”
The silver eyes flickered with a wary surprise. “I did not know you could perform magic.”
She reached into her pocket to pull out her mother’s amulet, ruefully wishing she possessed the sort of power that would frighten a vampire. Then perhaps she would have the courage to accept Victor as her lover.
“I have no talent for true magic, but I can perform a few small illusions.”
“I do not like this.”
She heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Is there anything you do like?”
His gaze flared over her with a blatant hunger. “You.”
Good…lord.
Juliet hurriedly bent down, using her finger to draw a circle in the dirt, and at the same time hiding the heat staining her cheeks.