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'There is a spell. A spell to bring an end to the demon world forever. "
'It must be very powerful. "
"Yes. " The girl gave a shudder. "Only the most talented witch can hope to perform the ritual. It killed… the last one to try. "
"Who was the last one to try, Existy?" Dante's hands tightened on the arms of the chair. "Was it Selena who attempted to cast the spell?"
"I…"
"And that's what killed her?" His voice held a lethal edge.
Abby's breath caught. Her thoughts flashed back to Selena's broken body and then leaped to the spell books that they had discovered in the mansion.
Damn. She had opened the safe and revealed them. God, she had even attempted to use them.
Now they were gone. If something bad was going to happen, it would be her fault.
A distressed expression rippled over the youthful face. "I… I am not to say her name. She betrayed the coven and was punished as she should have been. The mistress forbade us to speak of her. "
"Sssh. All is well. " Dante eased the girl's worry. "Is Edra planning to attempt the spell?"
The girl's expression cleared in relief. A question she could answer.
'Yes, she will use the Phoenix to battle the dark lord and bring an end to demons. "
The tension in Dante became almost painful. "What demons?"
"All demons. " The witch smiled with a near-sickening joy. "At last the world will be pure. "
Abby frowned, rubbing her arms as Dante's flare of fury charged through her.
"Bloody hell," he breathed.
With a jerky motion the witch rose to her feet. Something that might have been pain twisted her lips.
"She calls me. I must go. "
Smoothly Dante was on his feet, his hands framing her face. "Kristy, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Even Abby shivered as his power pulsed through the air.
"The blood has been tainted with silver," the witch whispered.
Abby gasped but Dante merely nodded his head. It was precisely what he had suspected.
"You will go to Edra. You will not remember speaking with me. You brought the tray into the room and left. Do you understand?" he murmured.
"I brought the tray in and left," she parroted.
"Very good. " Dante stepped back. "Now go. "
The witch was walking woodenly from the room. With a shake of her head, Abby held out a hand.
Good God, there were so many questions that had to be answered. She had to know what was going on.
"Wait…"
Dante grasped her shoulder and kept her from running after the disappearing form.
"Let her go, lover. Edra will become suspicious if she does not answer her summons. "
Abby whirled to meet his steady gaze. "What did she mean?"
"Wholesale slaughter," he rasped. "I didn't think even Edra could be quite so bloodthirsty. "
"Could the witches really kill all the demons?"
"They seem to think so. "
Abby struggled to breathe. She couldn't count how many times she had been terrified out of her mind over the past few days. How many times she thought some nasty creature might rip her limb from limb. But as horrible as it had been, she had discovered that not all demons were monsters.
My God, Dante was a demon. And Viper. And the beautiful fairies. And Troy, the ridiculous Prince of Imps. And the Shalott who was tortured rather than handing her over to the witches.
She would do whatever necessary to put a halt to the genocide.
"Shit. We have to stop her," she muttered without a clue as to how to accomplish such a lofty goal.
Half-expecting Dante to charge from the room like a raging madman, she was startled when he merely regarded her with a searching gaze.
"Is that what you want? To stop her?"
"What?"
His fingers touched her cheek. "Abby, if we battle Edra, you might never be able to rid yourself of the Phoenix. "
Her eyes widened at the low words. "You think I would sacrifice you? For any reason?"
He gave an elegant lift of his shoulder. "To rid the world of evil? That seems a rather noble goal. "
She stepped toward him and grasped the front of his silk shirt in an angry grasp.
If she could have, she would have given him a good shake. As it was, all she could do was wrinkle the beautiful material.
"Evil doesn't belong to demons, Dante. Humans are just as capable of sin as any creature. "
The silver gaze never wavered. "Most would consider us monsters. "
"No. Not all demons are monsters—no more than all humans are saints. " She gave a faint shudder. "Besides, I would never agree to such a massacre. No matter how good the intention, it would be wrong. Evil. "
There was a beat as if he was seeking to determine the depths of her determination. At last he gave a short nod.
"We need to get out of here. "
Abby breathed a husky sigh. "Thank God. "
Shifting to take her hand, Dante headed for the door only to come to an abrupt halt.
"Damn. " He tugged her back toward the center of the room, not halting until they reached the low table that held the untouched tray.
"What is it?"
"Someone is approaching. "
Her heart lodged in her throat as she watched him pick up the poisoned glass of blood.
"What are you doing?"
"Allowing Edra to believe she has been rid of one enemy. " Moving so swiftly he was impossible to follow, he dumped the blood out the window and returned to her side. Then, startlingly, he stretched out on the bare floor. "If the witches believe me dead, then I will have a better way of seeking a means of escape. "
Abby bit her lip. She didn't like this plan. Not when it might mean she would be separated from Dante.
"But won't Edra know?" she demanded.
He gave an arch of his brow. "That I'm not dead?"
'Yes. "
"Abby,I am dead. "
"Oh. " She grimaced.
His beautiful features smoothed to somber lines. "Be careful, lover. I will get us out of here as swiftly as I can. "
The footsteps were now close enough to be heard by her human ears.
"Make it very swiftly," she whispered.
Dante fell deep within himself. Unlike most humans, the ancient witch would need more than an unmoving corpse to convince her that he was dead.
Thankfully vampires could retreat far enough within themselves that only another vampire could sense the spark of life.
No spells or hocus-pocus would reveal the truth.
Reaching out with his senses, he monitored the steady approach of Edra and the feel of Abby as she bent beside him and touched his face. He could smell the sweet heat of her skin and beneath that the sharp scent of fear.
He battled every instinct not to reach out with his mind to comfort her. Even the smallest whiff of power would alert the witch.
The footsteps crossed the room, and Dante detected the scent of iron in the air. Odd. The woman must be carrying an amulet. And not the traditional wooden amulet.
This one was hard and dark and carried with it a feel of black shadows.
"My lady, is something wrong?" Edra cooed with false sympathy.
"Dear God, something has happened to Dante. " There was no mistaking the fear in Abby's voice. Whether out of terror of being left to the clutches of the witch or because he did indeed appear remarkably dead was impossible to say. "You must help. "
"Of course, I will call for a healer. Come with me. "
Abby's hand tightened on his cheek. "I can't leave him here. "
"You have a talent for treating the undead?"
"No, but—"
"Then we must seek out someone who does. "
Her command was perfectly reasonable, and Dante felt Abby slowly rise to her fee
t.
'Very well. "
It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from leaping to his feet and halting Abby from her slow retreat.
He didn't want her to leave his side. To risk being alone with Edra.
But what choice did they have?
He couldn't directly attack the witch. Not as long as he remained bound to the Phoenix. And Abby was still fumbling to learn the powers she possessed.
All he could do was allow the coven to believe he was no longer a threat and wait for an opportunity to rescue Abby from their clutches.
After that… well.
He would deal with "after that" when it came along.
Forcing himself to wait and ensure that no one else was about to enter the room, Dante was distracted by the faint tap on the window.
Warily he allowed his senses to reach out. His lips twitched as he flowed to his feet and crossed the room to regard the vampire standing just outside.
"Viper. "
"Napping on the job?" the silver-haired vampire demanded as he slipped through the open window.
Dante raised his brows in surprise as Viper smoothed his velvet coat and adjusted the ruffles of his cuffs.
"How did you come in?"
A sly smile touched the too-beautiful features. Reaching beneath his shirt, he pulled out a small leather bag that was attached by a leather strap about his neck.