Dropping his hands, Santiago glared at her tranquil expression. “Is this some sort of punishment?”
“We’re partners.” She stepped forward to place her lips against the stubborn line of his jaw. “Which means we stand together. Always.”
He stiffened, clearly torn between his instinctive need to protect her and the understanding that she was a powerful weapon that might very well make the difference between Tonya’s rescue or her death at the hands of Gaius.
“I knew you were a dangerous female.” Pressing a resigned kiss to her forehead, Santiago headed for the door. “I need to speak with Gabriel before we leave.”
Gaius’s lair in Wisconsin
With an appreciative eye Gaius studied the female imp chained to the wall of the cellar.
He’d never been a lover of the fey, but there was no denying her emerald green eyes and tumble of flame curls could make any man want to spread her legs. Who wouldn’t want to indulge in those lush, delectable curves barely covered by the strapless silver gown?
And then there was the warm scent of her blood. It was . . . intoxicating.
His fangs ached as he was struck by a sharp hunger. It had taken a considerable amount of energy to use his medallion to travel to Santiago’s demon club and return with the imp. He needed to feed.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t brought the female to his lair for a snack. Or even to pleasure him.
He needed her if he was going to persuade Santiago to accept his offer of reconciliation. And to convince him to assist him in protecting Dara.
Which meant no tasting the hostage.
At least not until she’d served her purpose.
Strolling forward, he crouched down to meet her gaze, enjoying the scent of plums that was spiced with a combination of fear and fury.
“You really are remarkably beautiful,” he murmured, his finger drifting over the dewy skin of her cheek. “It’s no wonder Santiago kept you as a companion for so long.”
She choked back a scream. “I’m his employee, not his companion.”
“More than that.” His finger shifted to linger on the pulse that hammered at the base of her throat. The moment he’d appeared in Santiago’s club he’d been drawn to the female. “It’s distant but I can sense his claim on you. He considers you a part of his clan.”
She licked her lips, making a visible effort to calm her nerves. “You’re mental. I’m just a member of his staff.” She futilely tried to arch away from his touch. “So if you’re expecting to use me to get to him, then you’re wasting your time.”
Clever imp.
She had easily realized she was the bait and hoped to trick him into believing she had no value.
“No, he will come for you,” Gaius said with an unshakable confidence. “Santiago is at heart a savior.”
Her lips thinned, but she didn’t try to argue. “What do you want with him?” she instead demanded.
“Only for an opportunity to tell him how sorry I am.”
Her eyes narrowed in disbelief. “You don’t need me for that.”
Gaius shrugged. “He’s too angry to listen to me unless I can force him to hear what I have to say.”
“Kidnapping me is only going to piss him off. It certainly won’t put him in the mood to listen,” she pointed out, shuddering as his fingers drifted to follow the line of her collarbone. “Or to forgive.”
Gaius frowned, his fingers moving to squeeze her throat. What did the bitch know? Santiago was his son. That was a bond that couldn’t be broken.
“He will listen,” he snarled.
“Okay, okay. He’ll listen,” she croaked, sucking in a deep breath as his grip loosened. “But I’m telling you he’ll be a lot more forgiving if you release me.”
His fury eased as he was distracted by the softness of her skin beneath his fingers and the scent of plums teasing his nose.
“Clever and beautiful,” he muttered, lowering his hand so he could cup the ripe temptation of her breast.
She made a sound of distress. “Don’t.”
Her reluctance only fueled his stab of lust. “Does my touch repulse you?”
She shuddered. “Yes.”
“I can make you like it.” His grip tightened until she gave a small cry of pain. “I can make you beg for it.”
The emerald eyes flashed with hatred. “Not even in a million years,” she spat out, her chin inching higher. “I have royal blood flowing through my veins. I can’t be enthralled, vamp.”
“Royalty,” he sneered. The imp thought she was above him with her noble blood? He’d teach her just how worthless it was. “Such a proud imp.”
He could hear the leap of her pulse as he allowed his powers to fill the cellar.
“Stop . . .” Her magnificent eyes dilated with an uncontrollable lust. “I . . .”
He chuckled, running his tongue up and down his sensitive fang.
Maybe a small taste wouldn’t hurt.
“Yes, my beauty?”
A layer of sweat bloomed on her skin. “What are you doing to me?”
He tugged at the hardened tip of her breast. “Do you want me?”