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of London. And that she wasn’t alone.
Baring her fangs she whirled to study the narrow street that was shrouded in shadows.
It was just past midnight, she easily determined, and most of the humans were safely tucked in the expensive townhouses that lined the road. In the distance she could sense a park with dew fairies dancing among the trees, and a handful of hellhounds sniffing along the Thames River, but it was the thick scent of herbs that had her bracing herself for the slender male form that barreled from behind a hedge to knock her back to the ground.
Unable to rip out his heart or suck him dry, Jaelyn was forced to allow the damned Sylvermyst to cover her with his hard body, a large silver dagger pressed to her throat.
At least that’s what she told her battered pride.
Perched above her, Ariyal’s bronzed eyes widened in shock. Then a wicked amusement suddenly shimmered in the streetlights.
“Jaelyn?”
“This job is really starting to piss me off.”
Chapter 4
Ariyal didn’t believe in Santa Claus.
If a fat man in a red suit snuck into his lair he would slice off the bastard’s head.
But he had to assume there was some magic involved in beautiful vampires appearing out of thin air.
Especially when it was this particular beautiful vampire.
That was a gift any man could appreciate.
For a crazed moment, he simply savored the sensation of her slim body pressed beneath him. God, it had been so long since he’d felt genuine desire.
Not since Morgana le Bitch had taken him into her harem.
Now his body was determined to make up for lost time.
Still, for all his rampaging desire, he wasn’t so lost to reason that he didn’t recall this female posed an extreme danger to him.
“How the hell did you get here?” he growled, keeping the knife poised near her throat even as he made certain it didn’t mar the perfection of her alabaster skin.
Her hands pressed against his chest, but she made no attempt to kill him.
Progress.
“Get off me, you ass,” she hissed.
“Not until I’m certain you don’t intend to alert all of London to our presence.”
Something that might have been embarrassment at her less than graceful entrance rippled over her starkly beautiful face before she was glaring at him in outrage.
“Don’t blame me. It was your little spirit who dumped me here.”
“Spirit?”
“Yannah.”
He scowled. He had occasionally conjured a spirit who went by the name of Yannah, but she wouldn’t be able to enter Avalon. And certainly she couldn’t have brought Jaelyn to London.
“Spirits are incapable of forming portals.”
“Spooks are your specialty, not mine,” she muttered, her expression abruptly shuttered. “All I know is that she made an unexpected appearance in Avalon and shoved me through a portal. Next thing I knew I was making a face-first landing in London.”
She was lying.
He was certain of that much.
The question was whether anything she told him was the truth.
“I sensed there was something different about Yannah when I summoned her from the underworld,” he at last admitted.
“Obviously you should be more careful when you’re inviting in creatures from hell,” she taunted.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to argue with her logic.
“I was distracted at the time, if you’ll recall. And it was you who allowed her to escape before I could properly banish her.”
“Whatever.” She refused to meet his gaze. “Now will you get off of me?”
Damn. What the hell was she hiding from him?
“Spirit or not, why would Yannah follow us to Avalon and then conveniently be around to help you escape?”
There was a barely perceptible pause. “She owed me for releasing her from your bondage. I called in my debt.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She struggled, the sensation of her hard muscles squirming against him nearly sending him up in flames. Holy shit. If only he could turn all that pent-up aggression to passion she’d be naked and riding him like a bucking bronco.
The image burned into his brain, making him so hard and ready he feared he might explode.
“Tough,” she growled.
He ground his teeth. Dammit, he wouldn’t let himself be distracted.
At least, not without the promise of satisfaction.
“Why did you follow me here?”
“You know why.”
He smiled without humor, pressing his aching arousal against her hip.
“Tempting, but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait to have your wicked way with my body,” he mocked. “At least until I’ve halted Armageddon.”
Her eyes flashed with indigo fire, her struggles becoming serious.
“My only interest in your body is hauling it to the Commission.”
He pressed the knife against her throat, refusing to regret the smell