Darkness Avenged (Guardians of Eternity) Page 0,27
“Very . . . atmospheric.”
Santiago turned to battle a path through the stubborn vegetation. “Stay close,” he commanded.
Santiago wasn’t easily spooked. He’d been beaten, carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey, tortured, and taken to the edge of death more times than he could count.
What was left to be afraid of?
Well . . . besides the exquisitely beautiful woman walking behind him. Any man in his right mind would be terrified by a female who tied him into knots even as she left him hard and aching with desire.
But the prickles of violence that hung in the air like a bad memory were as unnerving as hell.
And the fact that they were being followed by at least six glowing orbs that were dancing ever closer didn’t ease his tension.
They had reached the middle of the swamp when the orbs shifted to block their path.
“Santiago,” Nefri warned, moving to stand at his side.
“They’ve been trailing us since we entered the swamp,” he said, squashing the urge to shove her behind him. She was not a female who needed protection, and she wouldn’t thank him for undermining her authority. Especially not with these particular demons. “The question is, why?”
On cue the glowing orbs began to pulse and expand, taking on physical forms.
Holding the dagger in a loose grip, he resisted the urge to pull out his sword. No point in ratcheting up the tension until he was certain the demons intended a fight. Besides, his fangs and claws were far more lethal than any blade, no matter how sharp it might be.
There was a surge of electricity, and then the glowing lights faded to reveal the six female Harpies standing in front of them.
They were gorgeous, of course. With long black hair and gray eyes that swirled with the power of thunderclouds, their naked bodies were leanly muscled with large wings on their backs. Always formidable warriors, they used their beauty to distract their enemies before striking them down with the fireballs they could conjure from thin air.
They were also crafty as hell, easily trapping unwary males in hidden snares to hold them captive during their mating season. Not that the males usually protested, he wryly conceded. A Harpy in heat was most men’s idea of a sexual fantasy. Endless days of aggressive sex with no commitment. And if some men took exception to being treated as a mere stud, the majority found their imprisonment nothing short of paradise.
Santiago, however, wasn’t thinking about sex as the warriors studied him with their stormy gray eyes. Instead he watched them with a wary frown.
“We follow you because you trespass in our territory, vampire,” the tallest of the Harpies said, her voice stirring the thick air.
Nefri took a half step forward, offering a regal bow. “It was not our intention to disturb your nest.”
Continuing to glare in Santiago’s direction, the Harpy appeared unimpressed. “The foul air has disturbed us, sister,” the Harpy said.
“Hey, not my fault,” Santiago muttered.
The closest Harpy held out her hand, a sudden ball of fire dancing just above her palm. “Be quiet, male,” she snarled.
“He speaks the truth,” Nefri smoothly interjected.
“We will decide who speaks the truth,” the taller Harpy informed them, pointing a finger in their direction. “Take them.”
Santiago reached for his sword, only to be halted when Nefri laid a restraining hand on his forearm. “No, Santiago. There’s no need to fight,” she said softly. “I’m certain we can reason with our companions.”
His gaze never wavered from the females, who looked eager for an opportunity to singe him with their fireballs. “They don’t seem to be in the mood to reason,” he growled.
“Which is why we shouldn’t provoke them.”
It was the violent urge to shake her hand off and launch himself at the Harpies that made him hesitate. He could be impulsive, but never in battle. He’d learned long ago the best war was the one never fought.
It had to be the effects of the lingering spell, or whatever the hell was contaminating the air, he grimly acknowledged. Which meant one wrong move and this entire encounter could descend into a bloody massacre that none of them wanted.
“Fine.” With an effort he forced himself to tuck away his dagger, and lifted his hands in surrender. “But don’t blame me if this goes to hell.”
The lead Harpy gestured toward the Harpy at her side. “Charis, take the male to our guest rooms.”
“No,” he snapped, stepping back. “I’m not leaving.”
The Harpy narrowed her stormy eyes. “It wasn’t a request.”