Название: Darkness Revealed
Автор: Alexandra Ivy
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Зарубежная фантастика
Серия: Guardians Of Eternity
isbn: 9781420109436
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Once again she had barely taken a step and he was blocking her path, moving so swiftly she nearly rammed into him.
He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding her with lifted brows.
“And what hotel will take you in with no money, no luggage, and no shoes?”
The fact that he was right only made her want to punch him in the nose. “Look, buster, I’m tired of vampires and fairies and God knows what else that is no doubt lurking in the shadows. I just want to go to sleep and forget I was ever stupid enough to come to Chicago, let alone believe you could give me the answers I want.”
He regarded her pale face for a long, silent moment. “What if I promise to make sure that you get those answers you seek?”
She narrowed her gaze. “You know more than you’re saying, don’t you?”
He laughed softly. “It would take the next millennium to share everything I know, querida.”
“Ugh.”
His smile faded as he slowly held out a slender hand. “Will you trust me?”
“Never.”
Something that might have been disappointment flashed through the dark eyes, but his hand never wavered.
“Will you at least allow me to take you somewhere safe for the night?”
Anna lowered her gaze to study the tips of her bare toes, grinding her teeth as she was forced to accept she had nowhere to go. Not unless she wanted to sleep in the streets.
Talk about a rock and a hard place.
“I don’t seem to have much choice,” she muttered, grudgingly placing her hand in his.
With a small chuckle, Cezar pulled her forward, bending his head to brush a soft kiss on her lips.
“Anna Randal, you haven’t had a choice since the first night I caught sight of you.”
With a soft hiss, Cezar forced himself to lift his head. Dios. The scent of this woman was invading him, setting his soul on fire. He ached with the need to taste her blood on his tongue, feel her warm and supple body writhing in pleasure beneath his own.
In the same moment he was nearly overwhelmed with the compulsion to take her far away from those who hunted her. To hide her in his lair and keep her safe. With his very life if necessary.
Two very dangerous obsessions that could get a vampire killed.
Damn the Oracles. They had known. They had known precisely what his reaction would be when this woman was plunged back into his life.
With an effort, Cezar thrust aside the strange unease that flared through his heart and concentrated on Anna.
Despite her stubborn expression and the wary glitter in her beautiful hazel eyes, he could smell the fear and confusion and weariness that trembled through her body.
He needed to get her into a warm bed with a large tray of food. The sooner the better.
Grasping her hand, Cezar urged his reluctant companion down the street. She hesitated only a moment before heaving a deep sigh and falling into step beside him.
“Where are we going?”
Cezar had already considered his options. The Oracles hadn’t yet given their permission to bring Anna into their presence or to reveal her own place on the Commission. And experience had taught him not to overstep his bounds, even if Anna’s life was in danger. Pissing off the Oracles was never a good thing.
His only other option was Styx.
Not a bad other option.
“To a friend’s house. You’ll be safe there.”
“How can you be so certain?”
He smiled wryly. “Trust me, there are few demons who would dare the wrath of Styx. He didn’t gain his name by accident.”
She flashed him a puzzled frown. “Styx?”
“It’s said that he leaves a river of dead in his wake.”
“Holy crap.”
Cezar gave her fingers a slight squeeze. “Don’t worry. His mate has trained him to keep most of the bloodshed to a minimum.”
“I can’t reveal the depth of my relief,” she said dryly.
“You actually saw him earlier this evening.”
“Ah.” A tiny smile touched her lips. “The tall, gorgeous Aztec?”
Cezar’s gaze narrowed, a stark sense of possession making his fangs lengthen.
“Careful, querida. Darcy is not only Styx’s mate, she’s also a werewolf who is very possessive.” He tugged her close enough to his side that he could feel her heat wrap around him. “And even if she agreed to share, I wouldn’t.”
“A werewolf…” Her shock was abruptly replaced with an expression of feminine outrage. It was an expression that she had perfected to an art form over the past two centuries. “Wait, what do you mean you wouldn’t share?”
He caught and held her gaze. “You know precisely what I mean.”
Her steps faltered, then she tilted her chin and dredged up a glare. “You must be mental if you think you can pop in and out of my life every few centuries and claim me like some sort of booby prize.”
“Booby prize?”
“Damn you, this isn’t funny.” She stomped her foot, only to grimace as her bare foot landed on a rock. “Ow.” With yet another glare, she lifted her foot to rub it. “Can’t we get a taxi?”
“I don’t want anyone knowing where we’ve gone, especially not a human taxi driver who would reveal everything, including his ATM PIN number, under the enchantment of a fairy.”
She heaved an aggravated sigh at his perfectly reasonable explanation.
“Then call your friend and have him pick us up,” she demanded.
Cezar shrugged. “I don’t have a cell phone.”
“You’re kidding me.” She stared at him in disbelief. “What century do you live in?”
He was wise enough to hide his amusement this time. Although she’d lived two centuries, she was still unfamiliar with the world that she was now a part of. It would take time for her to adjust.
“My powers disrupt a few modern conveniences.”
Her annoyance changed to curiosity. “Why?”
“No one has managed to discover СКАЧАТЬ