She felt his nose brush hers. He murmured something about how her mouth was tempting.
A low chuckle sounded nearby.
Bruno retreated, looking at the opening of the alley. When he saw a large, oddly dressed man standing nearby, he placed Raven behind him.
“It isn’t her mouth that tempts me.” The man, who was bearlike, with long hair and a full beard, closed his eyes and sniffed.
His eyes fixed on Raven’s. “Who are your masters?”
“Come on.” Bruno took her hand and quickly led her away from the man and toward her knapsack, being sure to shield her from view with his body.
No sooner had he done so than the man seemed to fly over their heads and land in front of Raven, blocking their path.
Raven glanced at the knapsack, realizing he’d cut her off from it.
Her eyes met his.
“Oh, did you want what’s in that bag?” He jerked his thumb over his
shoulder. “Then come and get it.”
When Bruno tried to pull her away, the man came a step closer.
“I asked a question.” He glared at Raven, his voice a low rumble. “You have three bloods in you. Name your masters.”
“I don’t have a master.”
He smiled, exposing yellowed, jagged teeth. “That’s what I thought. No one would be mad enough to master you and allow you to have a talisman.”
As soon as the words left his lips, he leapt forward.
Bruno saw him move and pushed Raven out of the way.
She toppled over and fell on her bottom.
The man grabbed Bruno by his suit jacket and hurled him through the air. A sickening sound filled the alley as he made contact with the stone wall and slid down. Blood began to pour from a wound on the side of his head.
Forgetting the relic entirely, Raven ran to him. “Bruno, get up.”
She snaked her arm around his waist and managed to pull him to his feet.
He was unsteady and slumped against her. Blood smeared the thin strap of her sundress and the skin of her shoulder.
The man took two long steps toward them and grabbed Bruno again, shoving him against the wall. This time Bruno fell and lay unmoving.
“I’m going to get help.” Raven wasn’t sure Bruno could hear her.
She tried to run in the direction of her knapsack, but once again the man blocked her. She turned quickly and fled in the opposite direction.
She’d taken only three steps when he got hold of her arm and wrenched her backward. She felt as if her arm was being pulled out of its socket and howled in pain.
“Now you’re mine.” The man spun her around. “I’m hungry.”
Raven reached out her uninjured arm and began pushing against his chest, trying to get free.
“You seem incapable of following the rules these days, Max. Are you really hunting someone else’s pet?”
Raven turned and saw a beautiful red-haired woman standing nearby, maintaining her distance from the knapsack.
Her appearance must have surprised the man because he released Raven’s arm.
She stumbled, trying to put distance between them. When she regained her balance, she began running as fast as she could, away from the man and woman.
“Don’t interfere!” Max snarled at the redhead.
She stood in front of him.
“As a Consilium member, I’m bound to enforce the laws. As are you. I kept your secret about what happened at Teatro. I’ll be damned if I keep this one.”
Max grabbed at the woman, but she was too fast. She caught hold of the side of one of the buildings and began climbing until she was out of sight.
With a curse, Max ran after his prey.
It wasn’t much but the short delay gave Raven a few precious seconds to disappear into another alley, eluding her pursuer. She ran toward the Duomo, ignoring the shooting pain in her leg and ankle.
The sounds of growls and heavy footfalls filled her ears, as the large man approached with great speed.
She slipped into a dark corner by the side entrance to the Duomo. Hiding in the darkness, she glanced around.
The man had stopped a few feet away. He was glaring in her direction. Somehow, the shadows did not shield her from view.
She saw movement in the distance. The red-haired woman descended from one of the buildings behind him, dropping almost elegantly to the ground.
Raven stared, mesmerized by the couple’s strength and appearance. She felt as if she’d seen them before, perhaps in a dream.
“Come away from there, you bitch!” the man bellowed.
Raven pressed herself into a corner, trying to fade out of sight. But still, the couple continued to stare in her direction.
“Oh, this is delightful. You’ve lost her now, Max.” The red-haired woman clapped. She lifted her hand as if saluting Raven and addressed her. “Your masters, whoever they are, taught you well. Although I’m wondering why they let you near a talisman. What say you, Max? Has she been a naughty little pet?”
Raven’s courage was bolstered by what she believed was their repeated reference to the relic, but she was confused by the mention of masters. A cold finger of fear traced the length of her spine. She wondered if the couple were connected with a human trafficking ring. She wondered if she resembled someone they kept as a slave.
Raven scanned the area for pedestrians, hoping she could find someone to help her.
No one came. She wasn’t visible to those congregated at the front of the Duomo. She didn’t even have her cell phone, which was still in her knapsack.
“Tell your masters this rogue is called Maximilian. They’ll know how to deal with him.” The woman laughed again.
Without turning around, Max lifted his bearlike paw and swung in the direction of the woman’s head.
She ducked.
While bent double, she struck him with her fist, plowing it into his kidneys.
“You’re lucky her masters aren’t about, Max. She’s owned by two old ones; I can smell their age from here.”
Max bellowed in anger and moved toward the woman, as if he were going to tackle her.
At that moment, sirens sounded in the distance.
The man cursed Raven and spat before fleeing to a nearby building. He scaled it quickly, moving to the roof and out of sight.
The woman lifted her skirts and ran around to the back of the Duomo, disappearing from view.
Raven leaned back against the exterior wall of the Duomo, breathing a sigh of relief. The sirens offered hope that help was on its way.
She hoped Bruno was still alive. She exited the shadows and made her way toward the alley.
Suddenly a large Triumph motorcycle approached from the front of the Duomo, skidding to a stop in a wide arc and cutting her off.
“Get on!” the driver shouted to her, in Italian.