“Still, I could hardly ignore Siljar’s summons, or refuse her request that I assist Cyn and you in your efforts.”
Fallon grimaced, easily able to imagine how happy Cyn was going to be when he crawled out of his coffin, or whatever it was a vampire slept in, and discovered the gargoyle still in his lair.
“So now Cyn has two unwelcome guests,” she murmured.
Levet waggled his brows. “And one that is very welcome.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“A female vampire just arrived,” he explained. “They seemed to be very close friends.”
Fallon narrowed her gaze. Cyn was entertaining another female vampire?
Was he suicidal? That could be the only excuse for deliberately trying to piss off Siljar.
“Indeed,” she said between clenched teeth.
Levet tilted his head to the side. “Is something wrong?”
“Cyn clearly has difficulty following orders.”
“Cyn follow orders?” Levet gave a light laugh. “From what I have heard, the clan chief of Ireland does precisely as he pleases whenever he pleases.”
“You know him?”
Levet shrugged. “He spent a few nights at Styx’s lair, but his reputation is widely known.”
Fallon hesitated. She’d never enjoyed joining in the gossip that swirled around the royal court. Who cared who was flirting with whom, or which House was vying for more power?
Now she found herself incapable of resisting the urge to probe for information on her aggravating host.
“What reputation?” she at last demanded.
“He is a fierce warrior, naturally,” Levet said, his tail aimlessly twirling around his clawed feet. “Berserkers are always dangerous savages.”
Fallon frowned. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that Cyn was a lethal enemy.
“Is that all?”
“Non.” Levet waved a hand to indicate the vast medieval palace that served as Cyn’s lair. “He is also a notorious hedonist who takes great pleasure in indulging his senses. His parties are legendary throughout Europe.”
Fallon released her breath as a low hiss.
She’d already suspected the truth. No man could be so gorgeous and possess such irresistible charm without attracting hordes of women.
And he wasn’t the sort of vampire to say “no” to a night of fun.
“I knew it,” she muttered.
“Knew what?”
“He’s what you would call a player, isn’t he?”
Levet’s brow furrowed with confusion. “Does that trouble you?”
Did it?
Hell, yeah.