“Stand back and do not break the circle.”
Closing her eyes, Juliet rubbed her fingers over the amulet, using her mother’s lingering powers to bolster her own as she filled her mind with the image of a Saulgon demon in full bloodlust. The actual demon had been extinct from this world for centuries, but the sight of the hulking creature with its gray, rotting flesh and double row of razor-sharp fangs was enough to break the nerve of the most courageous warrior.
At the same moment, she conjured the sensation of choking terror that had assailed her in the outer chamber.
Whispering the words of power, she sent the illusion spreading outward, touching the minds of the captives.
Engrossed with her spell, Juliet failed to notice the startled cries, and even the sudden pounding of footsteps. It was not until Victor snatched her into his arms and pressed her painfully against the wall of the tunnel that she realized she had very nearly been trampled by the fleeing prisoners.
“Damn,” Victor snarled, keeping her wrapped tightly in his arms even after the last of the terrified humans had disappeared down the tunnel.
“It worked,” she breathed, astonishment blending with relief as she sensed the prisoners continuing their frantic flight through the tunnels.
“Too bloody well,” Victor growled next to her ear.
“What do you mean?”
“The escaping prisoners have attracted precisely the attention we hoped to avoid.”
Shaking off the fog of her spell, Juliet stiffened as a violent wave of fury pulsed through the tunnel. Dear God. Something was charging toward them. And she did not have to be a full-blooded demon to know it intended harm.
Profound, agonizing harm.
The thought barely flared through her mind when Victor scooped her off her feet and was bolting across the cavern to a narrow tunnel that Juliet hadn’t noticed until that moment.
“Victor,” she breathed, fear crawling over her skin.
“Just hold on, little one.”
She did. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she unashamedly clung to him, knowing that without Victor she would still be stumbling across the cavern. Few things could match a vampire for speed.
Well, few things except for the creature chasing them, she realized with a stab of regret.
No matter how swiftly Victor sped through the tunnels, or how often he darted into side corridors, the menacing pursuer continued to grow closer.
“We will never be able to outrun it,” she at last muttered.
“I fear you are right.” Coming to a grudging halt, Victor placed her on her feet, his beautiful features grim. “It appears we must fight.”
Juliet gave a sharp shake of her head. “No.”
“No?”
“This is not your battle,” she said, unconsciously pressing her hands to his chest. “You can escape. I will distract—”
He muttered an incoherent curse before grabbing her face and kissing her with a combination of frustration and yearning need.
“I will not leave you,” he husked against her mouth. “I will never leave you.”
“Victor—”
With a firm motion he thrust her back and turned to place himself between her and the approaching danger.
“Stay behind me.”
She smacked him in the middle of the back, as aggravated with herself as with the stubborn vampire.
It was not that she regretted her decision to rescue Levet. Even if it meant facing her own death. She was done with hiding from the world. But she had not considered the unfortunate consequence that her decision would endanger Victor.