“No.” Another wisp of smoke. “Tell me more of the creature.”
She felt the light skim of Santiago’s fingers down the curve of her spine. As if she needed the silent warning to be careful. The very air was heating with Baine’s rising temper.
“Unfortunately I know little more than it was dangerous enough to prompt the Oracles to bar it from the mortal world,” she carefully confessed. “And that it’s currently traveling with a vampire named Gaius.”
“And you believe the vampire is infected?”
“Gaius seems capable of spreading intense emotions among the humans with his bite. Fear, violence, lust . . .” She shook her head in frustration. Until she understood how and why he was infecting humans, she couldn’t risk coming into contact with him. “We don’t know if it’s a deliberate act or a symptom of his own sickness.”
The amber eyes widened, as if her words had startled the dragon. Rather amazing considering the beast was rumored to be older than the world and possessed the knowledge of thousands of species.
Then, without warning, a mysterious smile was curling his lips. “Intense emotion?”
“Is something funny?” Santiago growled.
Turning with a sinuous motion, Baine paced across the narrow room, his chuckle sending a rash of unease over Nefri’s skin.
“It really is the perfect irony,” he murmured.
“Do you know this spirit?” Nefri asked.
“Perhaps.”
“Are you going to share?” Santiago snapped.
Nefri elbowed him with enough force to make him wince in pain.
“Santiago,” she muttered.
Baine slowly turned back. “I must consider what I’m prepared to reveal.”
“Thank you.” Nefri dipped her head in respect. “We would appreciate any information you can share.”
“Ever the diplomat, eh, beautiful Nefri?” Baine drawled.
Nefri shot a chiding glance toward the vampire still scowling at her side. “It’s necessary when surrounded by impetuous males who love to flex their muscles.”
Baine sent a mocking glance toward Santiago, at the same time waving a slender hand toward the double doors on the opposite side of the throne. With a faint squeak one door swung slowly inward, as if it hadn’t been opened in centuries.
“The hallway leads to a private suite,” Baine told her. “We will speak again when I’ve made my decision.”
“Of course.”
Grabbing her companion by the arm, she led him toward the door before he could demand the dragon tell them what he knew.
There was nothing they could say or do to force Baine to speak. Not even the Hope Diamond could sway him.
For now they would have to wait until he decided they were worthy of his secrets.
And pray that it didn’t take until the next millennium.
Chapter 16
Santiago allowed Nefri to lead him down the long, shadowed hallway. Not that he was happy about it.
A dragon. A freaking dragon.
Like it wasn’t bad enough to be chasing a mysterious spirit and his crazy-ass sire who could infect humans. Now he was trapped in the lair of a dragon.
“You have a habit of collecting dangerous friends, cara,” he growled, his wary gaze trying to focus on the paneled walls that seemed to waver in and out of focus. As if they were walking through the strange corridors between dimensions.
Nefri had the nerve to send him a puzzled frown. “Dangerous?”
He snorted. “Dragons, Oracles . . .”
“Baine is hardly a friend,” she interrupted him.
“And the Oracles?”
She grimaced. “I’m nothing more than a lowly servant for the Commission.”
This proud, beautiful woman a servant?
Yeah, and stars were mere specks in the sky.
Santiago lifted a hand to brush his fingers down the cool silk of her hair. “You may have been forced to do things against your will, querida, but you have never been a servant. Not to anyone.”
“A fine distinction,” she murmured, although there was a hint of appreciation in the dark, velvet eyes as she halted at a door that abruptly appeared from the shadows. Pausing for a brief second, she reached for the knob and pushed the thick wood door open and stepped over the threshold. Then, with a startled sound, she came to a sudden halt. “Good . . . lord.”
Without thought, Santiago had his sword lifted and was moving past Nefri to confront whatever had caused her astonishment.
What he found was . . . nothing.
At least, nothing beyond a circular room with a domed ceiling that was decorated with paintings of tiny cupids at play. Inlaid with narrow bands of gold, the floor was made of marble that was polished until it glowed beneath a Venetian chandelier.
The walls were the same marble, but veined with a pale green that matched the velvet upholstery on the chaise lounge near a built-in armoire, as well as the comforter on the large, canopy bed set in the center of the room.
A little too pretentious for his taste, but he would have bet his last dollar it was perfectly suited to Nefri.