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and darting toward the stairs leading to the mansion above.
“Does he fetch and roll over on command?” Santiago mocked.
Glowing golden eyes turned in his direction. “No, but he does kill unwanted intruders when I whistle. Do you want a demonstration?”
Santiago didn’t need one.
He was absolutely certain the cur killed on command.
Not that he was particularly concerned.
“He’s welcome to try,” he said with a shrug.
With that tiny sound of impatience that all women made when men were having fun, Nefri stepped around him to speak directly with Salvatore.
“Is there any way in or out of this room beyond this entrance?”
“No.” He lifted his hand as they both regarded him with suspicion. “I swear.”
Santiago wasn’t entirely convinced, but he turned his attention to the beautiful vampire, who was busy pacing from one end of the cellar to the other, her movements as graceful as a water sprite.
“What is it?” he at last demanded.
“I can sense the path of the prophet and her Were,” she explained, returning to stand at the entrance of the cell even as she waved a hand toward the hidden doorway where Salvatore and his goon had made their appearance. “They entered the basement through the tunnels. But I can find no indication of where their attackers came from.”
“They couldn’t have appeared out of thin air,” Santiago pointed out.
Salvatore snorted. “You did.”
Abruptly reminded that Nefri had indeed managed to bring them to the cellars out of thin air, Santiago grasped the female vampire’s arm and tugged her toward the center of the wine cellar.
He wasn’t stupid enough to think he could have a private conversation with a pureblood Were standing a few feet away, but he wanted to make clear that this was vampire business, and opinions from the Lassie-section weren’t welcome.
“Nefri?” he prompted as she stood lost in thought.
“Hmmm?”
His jaw clenched. “It’s obvious the mystery vampire has rare abilities.”
She shrugged. “I have no knowledge of a vampire capable of disguising his scent so thoroughly.”
“And what of a vampire capable of arriving in this cellar without leaving a trail?”
She didn’t need him to spell out the fact that curs and witches were incapable of popping from one place to another. Or that the only vampire capable of entering the cellar was one who possessed her own skills.
Her pale, exquisite features smoothed to an unreadable mask.
“It is a possibility I need to explore.”
“Explore?” Santiago tightened his grip on her arm, suddenly sensing he wasn’t going to like where this conversation was going. “Explore where?”
The dark, fathomless eyes gave nothing away.
“I must seek the Council of my Elders.”
Yep. He was right.
He didn’t like it. In fact, the mere thought of this woman disappearing to a place he couldn’t follow pissed him off.
“You’re returning behind the Veil?” he snapped.
“For now.”
“Do you think the vampire was a member of your clan?”
Her slender fingers reached to touch the medallion hung about her neck, her perfect calm only adding to his annoyance.
“It is only one of many possibilities.”
“I thought your precious people had evolved beyond the failings of us mere savages?”
There was a muffled cough before Salvatore was stepping to stand beside Nefri.
“This is beginning to feel like a party for two and I have more important things to do,” he murmured.
Santiago happily shared his annoyance with the Were. There was, after all, plenty to go around.
“What better things?” he demanded in suspicion.
The king’s suffocating power rushed through the room. “Not that I answer to you, bloodsucker, but I intend to take my pregnant mate to a more secure location.”
Santiago grimaced. Whatever his enjoyment in taunting the Were, he was as devoted as his Anasso to the precious babies that Harley carried.
Not only because she was the sister to his queen, but because children were a rare and wonderful gift among all demons, and most especially among the pureblooded Weres.
“She is always welcome with Styx and Darcy,” he offered. “There are few places more secure.”
Salvatore nodded. “That is no doubt where she will demand to be taken. I would prefer to return her to my lair in Italy, but Harley has a mind of her own.”
Santiago slid a covert glance toward the silent vampire at his side. “It used to be a woman knew her place.”
Salvatore gave a sharp laugh. “Yeah, and pigs used to fly,” he mocked, his own gaze shifting to Nefri. “When I’ve settled my mate, I want answers. Understood?”
She dipped her head in agreement despite Santiago’s suspicion that she could rip the Were into tiny pieces with terrifying ease.
With his point