Embrace The Darkness

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  She couldn't help but laugh. "My lips are sealed. "

  Moving forward he leaned against the edge of the marble fountain. At a glance he appeared utterly relaxed, but she didn't miss the sharp, piercing curiosity in the silver eyes.

  "You know, I never did thank you for your assistance in helping me to rescue Abby," he said.

  "It was fairly self-serving. " She didn't bother to hide her shiver. "No one wanted Edra dead more than I did. "

  "You didn't have to take a spell blast meant for Viper. "

  Well, hell, wasn't that the truth?

  She rolled her eyes. "Believe me, I've regretted that impulsive decision more than once. "

  His soft chuckle was nearly tangible. Shay had to wonder if vampires practiced their affect on women or if it was just a power that came with the fangs.

  "No doubt. " He tilted his head to one side, abruptly shifting the conversation. "Is there any reason you're out here alone?"

  "Just catching my breath. "

  "Perfectly understandable. Shalotts have always preferred to be the hunter rather than the hunted. It's not pleasant being on the run from dangerous enemies. "

  Her hands closed in her lap as the familiar dread clenched at her stomach. "No, it's not. "

  His expression softened. "At least you are not alone. For all his arrogance, there are few I would rather have standing at my side than Viper. "

  Was that why he had sought her out? To convince her that Viper was some sort of knight in shining armor?

  "If you do not mind, I would rather not discuss Viper. "

  He regarded her for a long moment. "Is he troubling you?"

  With a short, humorless laugh she rose to her feet and paced away from the looming vampire.

  "Always. "

  "Do you wish me to speak with him?"

  "No. " She abruptly spun about, her hands pressed to her stomach. "I mean . . . crap, I have no idea what I mean. "

  He was wise enough not to laugh at her bumbling stupidity. "I don't think you are the only one, my dear," he said gently. "I have known Viper for a considerable length of time, and to be honest I have never seen him so . . . unhinged by a woman. He has a reputation for being aloof even in his most intimate relationships. "

  "Aloof?" She made a rude sound. "I have never encountered a more meddlesome, pushy, invasive vampire. "

  "As I said, he is not at all himself. " He gave a lift of his shoulders. "I don't know whether to congratulate you or offer my condolences. "

  Funny, that made two of them.

  She gave a shake of her head. "I just don't understand him. "

  "He does enjoy shrouding himself in mystery. "

  "Why did he buy me? He doesn't want a slave. He doesn't want to sell my blood. He hasn't even tasted of it. " She heaved an exasperated sigh. "What does he want?"

  "Does he have to want something?"

  She sent him a pointed glance. "He's a vampire. "

  "True enough. " Dante slowly straightened, his hands on his hips. "I suppose the simple answer is that he doesn't know himself why he bought you. "

  "He's over a thousand years old not sixteen, how can he not know why he bought me?"

  He shrugged. "Sometimes living so long tends to make us. . . a bit self-absorbed. "

  "You think?" she said.

  His lips twitched but his expression remained serious. "Even within our own clans we are solitary creatures. There are many vampires that exclude themselves entirely and go decades without contact with others. "

  "So you are hermits?"

  "Of a sort. The world passes while we remain unchanging. It's a natural tendency to withdraw into ourselves until something, or someone, tempts us from our shells. "

  She grimaced. She hadn't done a thing to lure Viper from his shell. At least not intentionally.

  "You do not entirely withdraw. " A faint edge entered her voice. She was all too aware that vampires were not harmless hermits. Not by a long shot. "You must still hunt. "

  "No longer. We have synthetic blood that most prefer to the dangers of the hunt. "

  "What dangers?" she scoffed. "You're immortal. "

  The handsome features seemed to close upon themselves, as if he had revealed more than he had intended.

  "There are ways to kill us. Why risk a wooden stake through the heart when you can have your meal served from the microwave?" he demanded, his tone almost too casual.

  Shay might have pursued her suspicion that Dante was hiding something from her if she hadn't been caught up in the wounds that had never healed.

  "I thought vampires enjoyed hunting their victims? The thrill of the kill, and all that. "

  Dante didn't miss the bitterness in her voice. "Viper told me your father was killed by a vampire. I'm sorry. "

  Her gaze dropped. "It was a long time ago. "

  "But never forgotten. "

  "No, never forgotten. "

  Without warning the toes of his biker boots came into her view and she lifted her head to discover Dante standing directly before her.

  "Shay, Viper didn't kill your father. "

  She winced at his soft tone. "I know that. "

  "Do you?" He lightly touched her arm. "Do you truly?"

  "Most of the time," she conceded.

  "Shay. . . "

  "Dante. " They both jumped at the sound of the black velvet voice that floated through the air. "For such an intelligent vampire you do like to live dangerously, don't you?"

  Turning, Shay watched as Viper strolled in their direction. No, not strolled. Glided. Like a sleek panther sliding through, shadow. Her breath caught in her throat as he neared. He was beautiful, as always. Attired in black satin pants and black velvet coat that fell nearly to his knees, his silver hair and ivory skin nearly glowed in contrast. But it was the black eyes that captured and held her attention. There was a smoldering power in them that seemed to stir the very air.

  "Ah, Viper. " Standing at her side Dante folded his arms over his chest and smiled with a mysterious hint of smugness. "I thought you would put in your appearance sooner or later. "

  There was a smile on the elegant features, but as Viper halted before them Shay gave a small shiver. His fangs were showing.

  Both literally and nonliterally.

  "Obviously it should have been sooner," he drawled.

  "Oh, I don't know. Shay and I have had no trouble entertaining one another without you," Dante assured him.

  The dark eyes narrowed. "You are fortunate that you are mated, old friend. "

  Dante gave a sudden laugh. "Pull in your fangs, Viper, we were just speaking about you. "

  The fangs remained very much in evidence. "Actually, that is what I feared. "

  "Has Abby returned?"

  "Yes, she is in the library with the latest witch. Perhaps you should join her. "

  "An excellent notion. " Sending Shay a blatant wink, Dante slapped his friend on the back and disappeared into the shadows.

  Ignoring the dark frown that marred Viper's brow as he watched Dante's retreat, Shay stepped in front of him with a frown of her own.

  "Natasha is back?" she demanded.

  Glancing down at her sour expression Viper's frown was suddenly replaced with a smile.

  "No, Abby thought perhaps it would be best to keep Natasha away from you. "

  "Why?"

  "She had muttered something about putting another curse on you when Dante was taking her home. "

  "Why would . . . oh, I suppose she was jealous?" Shay grimaced, refusing to-acknowledge she was relieved the pushy tart hadn't returned. That would mean the witch wasn't the only one jealous, and that would just be . . . stupid.

  Moving close enough to make her heart leap into her throat Viper brushed a finger down the line of her jaw.

  "There are some females who do not find me utterly offensive. "

  "You don't have to look so smug. She mu
st have been sniffing too many potions. "

  The midnight eyes darkened with that dangerous awareness that sent a thrill of excitement whispering over her skin.

  "If you doubt my charm, perhaps I could give you a demonstration. "

  "I think you've given me quite enough demonstrations. "

  "Never enough," he whispered as his head lowered.

  Shay's heart halted as he brushed his lips back and forth over hers. It was the lightest of caresses, but it sent a shock of pleasure through her that nearly brought her to her knees.

  Holy crap.

  Surely any decent woman would be sated after a bout of marathon sex?

  If that was true then she was obviously not a decent woman, she conceded, as her body instinctively arched to press against his hard form.

  Viper only had to be near for her to melt with need.

  Growling deep in his throat Viper kissed her with a swiftly mounting urgency. Shay cupped his face with her hands as she opened her lips to the press of his tongue. Not even the sharp prick of his fangs could dampen the flare of passion.