Besides, the items in this room were far too rare and valuable to destroy in a futile display of denied vengeance.
Silver flew into the room. Then, he dropped down to curl around my legs as if he were a house cat instead of a celestial creation. He always tried to comfort me when I was upset.
I spent a few moments petting him for his efforts before I said, “Why are we here instead of leaving?”
“We need supplies,” Ian replied, pressing a button beneath the crushed-glass fireplace. A hidden wall was revealed, but it didn’t contain a secret sex room. Instead, drawers slid out, revealing an assortment of weapons, two black bags, tactical apparel, and several brightly colored stones.
Not stones, I realized as a wave of power hit me like an invisible slap. Magic-infused gems. In the right hands, they’d be more deadly than the knives, swords, hatchets, mallets, and various guns Ian had in the other drawers.
“If you see anything you like, take it,” he said as he began tossing his selections into one of the black bags.
I went right to the set of knives that appeared to be made of ivory, if you didn’t know what demon bone looked like. The knives had steel glinting up their pale backs and handles made for gripping, not throwing. That was fine. When I killed Ereshki, I didn’t want to do it from a distance. I wanted to be up close. Ian sheathed one of the larger pairs of demon bone knives, then tossed those into his bag, too.
“Where did you get so much demon bone?”
He gave me a sardonic look. “You left a lot to choose from at that former amusement park.”
True. Cat had told me she’d get rid of the bones. Guess she’d given some to Ian first, which had been smart of her.
Ian finished his bag off with six pairs of handguns, two pairs of automatic weapons and lots of ammunition rounds. Then, he put two sets of tactical apparel and a closed briefcase into the second bag. Finally, he swiped a yellow and blue vase off the mantel and smashed it against the fireplace.
That was one way to decide you were sick of an eighteenth-century Peking vase. Then I saw a large, glittering gem amidst the glass shards. The stone was deepest blue at its center, but brightness flashed from its every finely cut facets.
Ian shook the glass from the gem. Then, mouth curling with an emotion I couldn’t name, he held it out to me. “Doesn’t look as if it’s worth being chased by a demon for decades, does it?”
Now I knew what stone this was. It was the catalyst that had started Dagon’s hatred toward Ian after Ian had led the demon on so he could get close enough to the gem to steal it. Considering the size of the diamond, I knew more people than Ian who’d chance a demon’s wrath to possess it.
“It looks like starlight formed around its favorite part of the ocean to keep it forever,” I murmured, taking the diamond.
As soon as it touched my hand, I gasped. My arm felt numb from the instant surge of power that kept climbing through me until my very teeth ached from the force of it.
“That’s why you stole this from Dagon back when he was trying to seduce you!”
It hadn’t been mere greed because the diamond would fetch millions on the human market. The gem’s real value went beyond its vast number of carats. It was so soaked in magic, I could barely stand to keep holding it, and the most impressive part was that I hadn’t felt anything at all until I touched it. I could wave this gem under the vampire council’s nose, and none of them would realize it was a magic object unless they held it.
“Yes.” Ian’s voice was a lethal caress. “Fitting to use it to help kill Dagon now, don’t you think?”
I didn’t know how he intended to do that, but considering the number of spells something with this kind of magical energy could power, he had a lot of options to choose from. And we’d need all the help we could get, now that I’d royally fucked things up by letting Ereshki live.
“Yes,” was all I said, handing the diamond back to him.
His brow rose at my abrupt tone, but he said nothing as he tossed the blue diamond into the second bag, then zipped it up.