"How long has she been here?"
"When can we see her again?"
He ground his teem together.
"You have to tell us something," Madox snapped.
Or there will be a revolt, rang in the air unsaid.
Darius tilted his head to the left, felt me bones pop, men tilted his head to the right, felt the bones pop. Control. He needed control. "She only just arrived," he said, offering them a bit of information to pacify them. He liked and respected all of his men.
They"d been together for over two hundred years, but right now they were nearly more than his precarious discipline could withstand. "She has already left."Several moans of disappointment harmonized, from deep baritones, to the crackling timbres of the young.
"Can you bring her back?" Zaeven asked eagerly. "I liked her. I"ve never seen hair that color before."
"She will not be returning, no." A sharp pang of disappointment caught him off guard. He wanted to see her again-and he would-but he wasn"t supposed to desire her here, in his home, lighting the room with her very presence. He wasn"t supposed to look forward to their encounter, to sparring with her or touching her. Neither was he supposed to mourn her loss.
It isn"t the woman herself he wanted, he a.s.sured himself. Merely her ability to regenerate his senses.
"There has to be a way we can bring her back," Zaeven said.
They didn"t know that she was a traveler and must die, and he didn"t tell them. They had never understood his oath, so how could he explain this most loathsome task of all?
"Brand," he barked. "I need to speak with you privately."
"We aren"t finished with this conversation." A muscle ticked in Madox"s temple. "You have not yet explained your actions."
"Nor will I. The woman was not my lover and was not here to see to my personal pleasure. That is all you need to know." He pivoted on his heel. "This way, Brand."
Without another word or even a backward glance to ensure his friend followed, Darius strode to his chambers. He sank stiffly onto the outer lounge and jerked his hands behind his head.
How had his life become so chaotic in only a few short hours? His men were near revolt. A woman had bested him-not once but twice. And though he"d had sufficient time, he had failed to do his duty. His hands curled into fists.
Now he had to leave all that he knew and travel to the surface.
He despised chaos, despised change, yet the moment he"d encountered Grace he"d all but welcomed both with open arms.
Brand stepped inside and stopped when he reached the edge of the bathing pool. Darius knew that if he could see colors right now, Brand"s eyes would be a deep, dark gold filled with bafflement. "What is going on?" his friend asked. "You are acting so unlike yourself."
"I need your help."
"Then it is yours."
"I must journey to the surface and-"
"What!" Brand"s exclamation rang in his ears, followed quickly by a heavy pause. "Please repeat what you just said. I"m sure I misheard."
"Your hearing is excellent. I must journey to the surface."
Brand frowned. "Leaving Atlantis is forbidden. You know the G.o.ds bound us to this place. If we leave, we weaken and die."
"I will not be gone more than a single day."
"And if that is too long?"
"I would go still. There has been a... slight complication. The woman was my prisoner. She escaped." The confession tasted foul in his mouth. "I must find her."
Brand absorbed that information and shook his head. "Do you mean you let her go?"
"No."
"Surely she did not escape on her own."
"Yes, she did." His jaw clenched.
"So you did not let her go?" Brand persisted, obviously stymied by the concept of his leader"s failure. "She managed to outwit you?"
"How many ways would you have me say it? I locked her up, but she found a way out." Because she slipped the medallion from my neck when I was distracted by the feel of her body under mine, he silently added.
Slowly Brand grinned. "That is amazing. I"m willing to bet that woman is like a wild demon in bed and-" His words ground to a halt when he noticed Darius"s thunderous glower. He cleared his throat. "Why did you have her locked away?"
"She is a traveler."
His grin faded, and his eyes lost all sparks of merriment. "She must die. Even a woman can lead an army to us."
"I know." Darius sighed.
Brand"s tone became stark. "What do you need me to do?"
"Guard the mist while I am gone."
"But I am not truly a Guardian. The coldness of the cave will weaken me."
"Only temporarily." Darius sent his gaze to the domed ceiling. The seawater that encompa.s.sed their great city churned as fiercely as his need to see Grace. The temptress, the tormentor. The innocent, the guilty. Just what was she? Waves crashed turbulently against the crystal, swishing and swirling, driving away all sea life. Just as quickly as one wave appeared, another took its place, leaving a splattering of foam on each individual prism. Was this an omen, perhaps, of his coming days? Days of storms and turmoil?
He heaved another sigh. "What say you, Brand? Will you remain in the cave and destroy any human who pa.s.ses through the portal, be they man or woman, adult or child?"
With only a brief hesitation, Brand nodded. "I will guard the mist while you are gone. You have my word of honor."
"Thank you." He trusted Brand completely with this task. Only a man who had lost loved ones to a traveler truly understood the importance of the Guardian. Brand would let no one through.
Brand inclined his head in acknowledgment. "What am I to tell the others?"
"The truth. Or nothing at all. That is up to you."
"Very well. I will leave you now so that you may prepare for your journey."
Darius nodded and wondered if there was any way to actually prepare himself for another encounter with Grace.
The messenger he sent to Javar"s holding returned as the sounds of the day began to fade. Darius was submerged from the waist down in his bathing pool, gazing out at the breathtaking view of ocean beyond the window he"d bared only an hour ago. Its viewing had become a nightly ritual, granting him some measure of tranquility. He motioned for the young dragon to share his news.
Standing at the edge of the pool and shifting nervously from foot to foot, Grayley said, "I"m sorry, but I was unable to deliver your message. Does that," he gulped, "make you want to yell at me?"
Darius"s eyes narrowed, and his hand stilled over the warmth of the water. "Did you purposefully act against my orders merely to win your game?"
"No, no," the boy rushed out, game forgotten. "I swear. The guards refused my entrance."
"Guards? What guards?"
"The guards who told me to leave. The guards who said I was not wanted there."
"And Javar?"
"Refused to speak with me, as well."
"Did he tell you this himself?"
"No. The guards informed me of his refusal."
Darius frowned. This made no sense. Why would Javar refuse a messenger entrance? That was their usual way of communication, and neither of them had ever refused the other. Besides, why would a dragon refuse another dragon?
"There is something else," the dragon said, hesitating. "The guards... they were wholly human and carried strange metal objects like weapons."
Strange metal objects... He jolted to his feet, sloshing water over the rim of the pool, then stalked naked to his desk and withdrew a sheet of paper and writing ink. He gave both to Grayley. "Draw the weapon for me."
What the young warrior drew appeared larger than what Grace had carried, yet was roughly the same design. Darius absorbed that information, mulled it over, men came to a decision. "Gather my men in the dining hall. After that, I wish you to find the unit on patrol in the Outer City. Vorik is acting as leader. Tell him I want him and the others surrounding Javar"s palace, unseen, detaining any who enter or leave."
"As you command." The young dragon bowed and rushed to do as he was bid.
Darius dried himself with the nearest robe before jerking on a pair of pants. What a mess this was becoming. He"d thought Javar alive, and had hoped his tutor had merely lost his medallion. Now that seemed implausible.
What were humans doing inside his tutor"s palace? Humans. Plural. More than one. Perhaps an army. Frustrated, Darius shoved a hand through his hair. Grace"s arrival was no coincidence. The answer lay with her and her brother. He was sure of it. Finding her, he realized, was no longer a luxury. Finding her was a necessity.
His warriors awaited him inside the dining hall. They sat at the table, silent, unsure of his intentions. He positioned himself at the head of the table. Before they could think to begin their game, he said, "You wanted something to do, and now I am giving it to you. I want you to prepare for war."
"War?" they all gasped, though there was an undercurrent of excitement in every voice."You are letting us declare war upon the vampires?" Madox asked.
"No. Humans have overtaken Javar"s palace, and they carry strange weapons. I do not yet know if they have killed the dragons inside, nor do I know what they are planning. But I have sent Grayley to the Outer City where he is to inform Vorik"s unit to surround the palace. Tomorrow"s eve, you will join them."
"Tomorrow?" Madox pounded a fist into the table. "We should act today. Now. This instant. If there is a chance the dragons are alive, we must do what we can to save them."
Darius arched a brow. "What good are you to them if you are dead? We do not know what kind of weapons these humans wield. We do not know how to protect ourselves from them."
"He"s right," Renard said, leaning forward. "We must discover what these weapons do."
"I will be traveling to the surface," Darius said. "I will learn what I can."
"The surface?" Zaeven gasped.
"You cannot," Madox growled.
"Lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Brittan said with a wry smile.
"Go now," Darius told them. "Sharpen your weapons and prepare your minds. Brand, your new duties will begin immediately."
His friend opened his mouth to question him, but changed his mind. He nodded in understanding.
Chairs skidded as they rushed to obey; then the shuffle of their footsteps sounded.
Darius shut himself in his personal chambers. With Brand now guarding the mist, he closed his eyes and pictured Javar"s palace.
Within seconds, he stood inside the very walls he imagined. Except, these walls were barren, devoid of any type of jewel or decoration. He frowned.
A billowing mist stretched to the prismed ceiling, and as he floated into the next room, he noticed what looked to be ice crystals scattered across the floor. Those crystals produced a thick mist. He bent down and smoothed his palm over a few shards, wishing he could hold them in his hand and feel their coolness. Why weren"t they melting? His frown deepened, and he straightened. Unlike the emptiness of the first room, human men abounded in this one. No one saw him, for he was like the mist.
There, but not there. Able to observe, but unable to touch.
Some of the occupants were striding in and out, holding weapons just as Grayley described. Attached to their backs were strange, round containers with a single tube that stretched from the top. The men who weren"t holding weapons were holding spikes crafted by Hephaestus himself. They jammed those spikes into the wall and pried at the jewels. Where had these humans acquired tools of the G.o.ds?
Had he been a man who allowed emotions to rule him, Darius would have morphed into dragon form. p.r.o.ngs of fury simmered to life just beneath his skin. He watched a female vampire glide casually inside the room and lick her lips as her gaze caressed the humans. A trickle of blood fell from her chin, testament of a recent feeding. She stopped to speak with a human.
"Tell your leader we"ve done all that was required of us," she said in the human language, trailing a finger over his now pale cheek. "We are ready for our reward."
The man shifted nervously, but nodded. "We"re almost ready to venture further."
"Do not take too long. We might decide to turn our appet.i.tes to you." With one last lick of her lips, which sent the man rearing backward in fear, she left as casually as she"d entered. Her white gown flowed behind her in sensuous waves.Darius watched in shock. Vampires and humans aiding one another? Inconceivable. Perplexed, he moved his gaze over the rest of the chamber. Sections of the walls and floor were blackened from fire. In a far corner lay the broken, dead body of a dragon.
Veran, one of Javar"s fiercest soldiers. A white film covered him from head to toe. He bore several injuries, yet there was no blood around him.
What type of weapon could destroy such a strong creature? Vampires were strong, yes. Humans were resourceful, yes. But that wasn"t enough to capture an entire dragon palace. His fury increased. Darius found himself reaching for one of the humans, intent on curling his fingers around the b.a.s.t.a.r.d"s vulnerable neck, but his hands drifted through the man like mist.
Now more than before he knew he could not send his own army here until he learned just how to combat these men and their weapons.
Darius searched the rest of the palace. He did not find a sign of Javar or any more of his men. Had the rest met the same fate as Veran? Or had they merely abandoned this place? Left unsure, he whisked himself back inside his own chamber. Answers. He wanted answers. Answers he suspected lay with Grace. If he hoped to gain what he wanted from her, he needed to be focused, distant. Utterly unfeeling.
Heartless.
He only wished he did not feel so alive each time he thought of her. So vital.
Well, he would remove the sight of her from his mind. All of that glorious hair tumbling down her shoulders. Eyes more vibrant than the sea. He would even remove the sound of her voice from his ears. That sweet voice entreating him to continue their kiss.
Instead of forcing her from his thoughts, he only managed to strengthen her hold.
He easily saw himself carrying her to his bed, laying her down and stripping the clothes from her body. He imagined himself parting her sweet thighs, luxuriating in the softness of her skin, then sliding deeply inside her. He could see her head thrashing from side to side. Could almost hear her moans of rapture.
Desire became a heady essence in his veins, his c.o.c.k strained to an unbearable thickness. He growled from the pain of it. Jaw clenched, he removed the medallion from his neck and held it in his palm. "Show me Grace Carlyle," he commanded.
The twin dragons glowed incandescent with energy. Power whirled inside them, mighty, burgeoning, and when it became too much for them to bear, blood-red beams shot from their eyes, creating a circle of light. Inside the light, air crackled and thickened.