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Chapter Eighteen
Shay was relieved when Viper dispatched the troll with swift ease and turned to lead her through the dark street without comment. It was too-much to hope that he hadn't noticed the dark bruise already forming on her cheek. The first troll had only managed a glancing blow, but it was enough to prick her pride and was no doubt the reason he had halted his own attack to watch her so intently.
He had to be thinking she was a rank amateur, damn him.
Why it mattered that he should consider her a warrior worthy of respect didn't bear thinking about.
At least not now.
With an effort she speeded her steps so she could walk beside Viper rather than behind him.
She didn't hide behind anyone. Not ever.
Ignoring his sidelong glance she forced her gaze to take in their surroundings, determined to be prepared for whatever might leap from the heavy shadows.
And anything might leap in this neighborhood, she acknowledged with a faint grimace. They had left the elegant mansions and trendy businesses behind, replacing them with narrow buildings and empty lots that carried the stench of decay. Even the streets were beginning to crumble and she jumped over potholes that were capable of swallowing a small car whole. This part of the city was dying a slow death, conveniently forgotten by all but those forced to live among the rubble.
Oddly saddened by the sight Shay briefly assumed that the cold chill prickling over her skin was merely a reaction to her surroundings.
It was only when Viper came to a sharp halt that she realized the truth.
"Vampires," he breathed.
"Damn. " She instinctively reached to give her braid a nervous tug. "I don't suppose that they're your vampires?"
"No. "
Of course not.
It seemed the night for unpleasant surprises. And what could be a more unpleasant surprise than encountering vampires on a dark street?
"Maybe they're just passing through?"
He gave a shake of his head, his features hardened to that chilling mask that reminded her precisely of what and who he was.
"None would dare to enter Chicago without my permission. Not unless they were declaring war. "
She swallowed heavily. "How many?"
"Six. " He tilted his head back, sniffing the air. "And one is a chief. "
"So we're screwed?"
Viper cursed beneath his breath as he searched the shadows for the hidden vamps. Not a good sign. She didn't want to see him worried. Not now. She wanted that arrogant, superior, utterly confident man who set her teeth on edge.
"Dammit it all, I've been a fool. A stupid fool," he muttered.
"Not that I intend to argue, but what have you been a fool about on this occasion?" she demanded in low tones.
"The hellhounds and trolls were merely a ruse to flush us from Dante's mansion. " He gave a low growl. "We walked straight into their trap. "
Shay froze, recalling the chaotic panic that had set in when they had sensed the approaching trouble. He was right. My God, they had been fools. If they had any sense at all, they would have waited until they were certain that the danger behind them was worse than the danger before them.
Of course, in all fairness, who wouldn't flee in panic after the Lu? The thing had scared the bejeezus out of her.
"Do we run or fight?" she muttered.
"I know this vampire," he rasped, reaching out to grasp her hand. "We run. "
It sounded like a damn fine idea to Shay. The best warriors always knew the wisdom of a strategic retreat. Holding the sword to the side so it didn't trip her, Shay allowed Viper to pull her down the dark street. She didn't know where they were headed, but anyplace had to be better than here. Or at least she hoped so.
Never losing stride Viper darted down a side alley and smoothly grasped her about the waist as he vaulted over the looming security fence. Shay swallowed her gasp of shock as they landed on the other side and turned toward an abandoned warehouse.
She could run fast and jump higher than humans but. . . damn. She almost felt as if they were flying.
Entering the warehouse Viper slowed his pace, his head tilted as if he were sniffing the air.
"What are you. . . "
"Shhh. " He pressed a finger over her tips before tugging her toward the back of the building. "This way. "
They rounded a towering stack of rusting barrels before Viper lowered himself to his knees and tugged her down beside him.
"Why are we stopping here?" she demanded.
"We can't outrun all of them. " He turned his head to regard her with a somber expression. "They've already surrounded us. "
Shay's heart skipped, jerked, and came to a stuttering halt. "Damn. "
"If we can't outrun them, then we must outwit them," he whispered softly.
"You have a plan?"
He gave a slow nod. "Yes. "
Shay studied the exquisite features in the muted light. There was a grim determination that made her narrow her eyes in suspicion.
"Why do I have a feeling that I'm not going to like this plan?"
His lips curved in a faint smile. "Because you're stubborn and pigheaded, no doubt. "
She reached up to poke her finger into his chest. "Just tell me. "
There was a pause before he reached up to grasp her hand. "There is a manhole just behind you. I want you to use it to escape while I distract the vampires. "
"No, absolutely not. "
"Shay, listen to me—"
His words were cut short by the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps.
"Viper, you might as well reveal yourself. We have the warehouse surrounded. There is no escape. "
Shay gave a small jump at the dark, oddly compelling voice that seemed to wrap about her. Turning her head she peered between the barrels. The shadows shifted and a vampire walked across the floor toward them.
Holy shit.
He was tall. As tall as Viper and much broader through the shoulders and chest. The impression of size was only emphasized by the long black robe that draped him from neck to toe. But it was not his towering strength that stole her breath and widened her eyes. As he neared she was able to see the golden shade of his skin. It was the first vampire she had ever seen without the white paleness that usually marked them.
His hair was as black as a raven's wing and fell past his waist. The heavy curtain was pulled back and held in a tight queue by a series of bronze bands that glinted in the meager light. The severe style emphasized the sharp planes of his face that included the high cheekbones and hawkish thrust of his nose. Throw in the oblong eyes that smoldered with a liquid darkness and the image of an Aztec prince was complete.
Yikes.
"Holy cow," she breathed. "Who is he?"
"Styx. "
Shay's eyes widened as her stomach clenched in dread. There was something quietly implacable about the vamp. The sense he would not be swerved from his purpose no matter what.
"Styx?"
"He was named for leaving a river of dead in his wake," Viper said, his gaze never leaving the man relentlessly moving toward them. "He is our most famous of warriors. "
"Lovely. " She forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat. "A friend of yours?"
"At one time. "
"So why is he chasing us? Is he the one who wants my blood?"
"I intend to find that out. " Viper turned his head to stab her with a fierce gaze. "But not until you're out of here. "
"Viper. . . "
"No. Not now. " His grip on her fingers tightened to a near painful level as he relentlessly tugged her backward. He halted only when they had reached the iron grate set in the floor. Loosening his grasp he leaned over the grate and with astonishing strength pulled it off without the faintest scrape to give them away. Setting it aside he cupped Shay's face in his hands. "Styx possesses a fierce measure of loyalty toward
vampires. He will not intentionally harm me. You, however, are at great risk. You must flee if either of us is to survive. "
Shay gritted her teeth. It was downright insulting to ask her to slink away like the worst sort of coward while he remained behind to play the role of hero. Even worse she was supposed to slink through what smelled suspiciously like a toxic waste dump.
Unfortunately, her pride could not overcome sheer common sense. If she remained then Viper would fight to the death to protect her. And clan chief or not he wouldn't be a match against six vampires determined to have her blood. Even if he fled with her they were bound to be overrun and forced back into this precise situation. The best she could hope for was that she could escape and find help before Viper did something utterly stupid.
Cursing beneath her breath she leaned forward until they were nose to nose. "If you get yourself killed I'll—"
His swift kiss stole her words. "You'll never be rid of me, pet. Now go. "
Her heart gave a painful wrench as she lightly touched her fingertips to his cheek before tossing her sword down the dark tunnel and preparing to leap after it. She was halted as Viper abruptly caught her arm.
"Leave your shirt," he whispered so softly she almost missed his words.