Darkness Avenged (Guardians of Eternity) Page 0,77
a wild stab and say he’s pissed,” she managed to mutter.
He leaned down until their noses were nearly touching, an oddly possessive expression tightening his lean features. “Not nearly as pissed as I’m going to be if you try to use your powers on him,” he rasped. “In fact, you can consider that particular skill off-line for the foreseeable future.”
Her fear remained. Full-scale. She was trapped between two angry vampires. There wasn’t a witch alive who wouldn’t be frightened out of her mind.
But she was female enough to be annoyed by his blatant command. “You’re not the boss of me.”
His thumb brushed her lower lip, his gaze searing a path over her stubborn expression. “Don’t push this, witch.”
“I . . .” She became lost in the compelling beauty of his eyes, her annoyance floundering as she felt his fierce tension. This wasn’t just a male need to toss out orders. It . . . mattered to him. “Trust me, I never intend to use it again,” she at last conceded.
“Good,” he growled. “Because if you try to bond with another man, I’ll . . .”
She scowled. “You’ll what?”
Without warning he grabbed her face and kissed her with a raw yearning that she felt to the tips of her toes.
Holy shit.
“You’re making me nuts,” he muttered against her lips.
She clutched at his leather jacket, her knees stupidly weak. “The feeling is entirely mutual.”
“Roke,” a dark, frigid voice broke into their brief moment of madness. “Am I intruding?”
Releasing his hold on her, Roke turned to face his king, angling his body so she was half shielded behind him.
Sally blinked in surprise. He couldn’t feel a need to protect her. Could he?
“I thought you went to speak with the Oracles?” Roke said to the towering vampire who was regarding him with a narrowed glare.
“They refused to see me.” He folded his arms over his massive chest, testing the limits of endurance for the black T-shirt that was matched with a pair of black leather pants and heavy boots. “Which meant I wasn’t in the mood to return to my lair and discover I’ve been harboring a traitor.”
Sally went rigid at the accusation. “He’s not a traitor,” she blurted out before she could halt the words.
“No?” The King of Vampires turned his alarming attention in her direction. “My guards informed me that Roke took you from this cell against my strict orders, and then with the excuse he was taking you to meet with me, he assisted in your escape.”
“Only because I forced him.”
Styx stepped forward, emphasizing her distinct lack of stature. “You?”
“Yes.” Her chin tilted even as her brain screamed to shut her mouth. Unfortunately, the two weren’t currently connected. “I’m not completely helpless. And, as you see, he brought me back.”
Styx studied her for a long, nerve-wracking minute. “Such a fierce defense of your captor,” he at last murmured.
“I’m not defending him.” She hunched a shoulder, well aware she sounded like an idiot. Crap. Could she blame it on the mating? Obviously it was destroying what few brain cells she had left. “I’m just . . . explaining.”
“Styx.” With a fluid movement, Roke was shifting to stand at Styx’s side, as if he were trying to distract the large vampire from Sally. “I need to speak with you in private.”
She frowned, pretending she didn’t notice her treacherous flare of warmth at Roke’s protective gesture. Instead she sent him a warning scowl.
She’d be damned if she’d be abandoned alone in this dungeon.
Not again.
“Hey, you’re not leaving me here.”
Styx started to offer a condescending smile at her sharp words only to freeze as his gaze caught sight of the markings on her inner arm. “Christ,” he rasped. “Roke, what have you done?”
The Anasso reached to grab her arm, but without warning Roke was slamming into the larger vampire, pinning him to the bars of the nearest cell.
“Don’t touch her,” he growled.
A deathly silence filled the dungeon. A silence even more shocking after the unexpected flurry of violence.
Sally didn’t dare breathe as the two powerful demons glared at one another. Then, curling back his lips to display his enormous fangs, Styx spoke in low, commanding tones.
“Release me, brother.” Enough power filled the air to send Roke stumbling backward. “Now!”
Roke rammed his fingers through his hair, his jaw clenched so tight it was a wonder his teeth didn’t crack under the strain.
“Dammit,” Roke hissed.
Styx straightened, his warrior features carved from granite. “You’re right, we do need to speak.”