Darcy glanced up in surprise as Levet handed her an other photo that he had kept hidden.
Taking the picture, Darcy felt her heart give a violent leap as she studied the woman with long, pale blond hair and green eyes.
If she hadn’t been obviously older with longer hair, she might have passed as Darcy’s identical twin.
“My God. She looks like me,” she breathed.
“Yes.”
“She has to be a relative.” Darcy licked her suddenly dry lips as she glanced up to meet Levet’s guarded gaze. “Perhaps even… my mother.”
Feeling as if her entire world had tilted to a strange angle, Darcy didn’t even notice the tall, silent form who entered the room and regarded her with a searching gaze.
Not until a cool hand touched her shoulder. “Darcy, what is it?”
With a tiny jump she tilted her head back to discover that Styx was standing directly behind her chair.
Her hand trembled as she held out the shocking photo. “Look.”
Unexpectedly, his lean features hardened with a dangerous anger. “Where did this come from?”
Levet stepped forward, his expression stubborn. “Sal vatore’s lair. You did tell me to search it.”
The vampire gave a soft hiss of annoyance. “And to bring whatever you discovered to me, not Darcy. What the hell were you thinking?”
Darcy blinked in bewilderment even as the gargoyle gave a nervous flutter of his wings.
“Why should she not see? The pictures do, after all, concern her.”
“Of course they concern me,” she said, rising to her feet. She didn’t understand Styx’s odd reaction, and at the moment she was too overwhelmed to give it much thought. Nothing mattered but the picture. “This is… I don’t know. I must speak with Salvatore.”
“Out of the question.”
Darcy stiffened as she glared at the vampire looming over her. For the first time she noticed the elegant robe that was draped over his shoulders. No doubt a symbol of his authority.
A symbol that had obviously gone to his head if he thought he could order her around as if she were one of his vampire flunkies.
“It most certainly is not out of the question.” She waved the picture beneath his arrogant nose. “Do you understand what this means? I have… family. And the werewolf knows who and where she is.”
With a blur of motion he had snatched the picture from her fingers and was glaring at her with smoldering black eyes.
“And what if it is nothing more than a trick?”
She took an instinctive step back from the prickling power that shimmered in the air around him.
“What do you mean?”
“Salvatore is desperate to get his hands on you. Do you think he wouldn’t stoop to any means to lure you into his clutches?”
Something very close to disappointment clenched her heart. Perhaps it was understandable that Styx would treat anything that had been in the hands of the Weres with suspicion, but he could at least try to under stand her excitement.
For goodness sake, she had waited for this moment for thirty years.
“That is no trick.” She pointed at the picture in his hand. “Whoever that woman is she looks like me. Enough like me to be my mother.”
“Darcy…”
He reached out as if he would stroke her cheek, but Darcy quickly darted away. She wouldn’t be distracted by his tender caress.
This was too important.
“No. I have to know.”
Impatience rippled over his beautiful features before he managed to regain that cool control that was so much a part of him.
“Then we will discover the truth,” he said with dark authority.
“How?”
He gave a lift of his shoulder. “I will approach Salvatore myself.”
Darcy rolled her eyes. “Right, because it worked out so well for you last time.”
A hint of fang flashed at her deliberate jab. He didn’t like to be reminded that Salvatore had ever gotten the best of him.
“I was caught off guard. I assure you, that will not happen again.”
Darcy believed him. He would kill the pureblood before he would allow himself to be humiliated again.
Which did nothing for her confidence in his ability to discover the truth that she needed.
She couldn’t get answers from a dead wolf.
“Maybe not, but Salvatore’s not very likely to answer any questions to his sworn enemy, is he?”
“He will if he knows what is good for him.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, you can’t beat the truth out of him,” she snapped, her usually sunny temperament pressed beyond all reason. “It makes far more sense for me to question him. This might be the reason he is seeking me. Maybe this woman has paid him to find me.”
“Or else she is already in his clutches,” he said darkly.
“Oh.” She pressed a hand to her heart. The thought of the unknown woman being held by the Weres was enough to send her into a panic. “Dear God. We must do something.”
“I have already promised I would deal with this, Darcy. Leave it in my hands.”
She sucked in a deep breath. He had to be the most stubborn vampire ever created.
“If you insist on being involved that’s fine, but I’m going to be the one to confront Salvatore.”
The dark eyes flashed with warning. “That is not your decision to make.”
“I’m making it my decision. I won’t have you endangering this woman because you want to punish the werewolves.”
Darcy had argued all she intended to. She had made up her mind and that was the end of it. With firm steps she headed to the door.
“Where are you going?” Styx growled from behind her.
“To change.”
Styx watched with impotent anger as Darcy swept from the room.
Well, he had managed to screw that up with stunning success.
Of course, it wasn’t entirely his fault.
Whirling around, he pointed a finger directly at the tiny demon attempting to hide behind one of the wooden chairs.
“You,” he breathed in a lethal tone. “You did this.”
With an effort the gargoyle tilted his chin to a stubborn angle. “Hey, don’t blame the messenger. After all, you’re the one who sent me to that damn lair. I could have been killed.”
A pity he hadn’t been, Styx savagely told himself. He had come in search of Darcy in the hopes of spending the last of the fading night in her arms. He was in need of her soft touch after hours spent dealing with two demanding vampires who expected him to magically solve their troubles.
Now it appeared there was about zero chance of any soft touches.
Not when he was forced to have to convince his headstrong captive there wasn’t a chance in hell of her going anywhere near Salvatore.
“So instead you return with pictures that were bound to send Darcy rushing straight into the arms of her enemies,” he growled.
Levet narrowed his gaze. “I would say she is already in the arms of her enemies.”
“Have a care, gargoyle.”
“Can you deny my charge?” The small demon moved from behind the chair, his tail twitching. “You are the one who kidnapped her. You are the one who is holding her prisoner. You are the one who is using her to further your own goals.”
Styx curled his hands into tight fists. It was that or choking the gargoyle into the netherworld.
He needed no reminders that he was a villain in this absurd farce. At the moment he was far more concerned with the more dangerous villains.
“Salvatore is the one to worry about, you fool. He has invested a great deal in getting his hands on Darcy.”
“You still have no proof that he intends to harm her.”
“And no proof that he does not.” Flushed with the need to hit or bite or kill something, Styx paced across the large kitchen. It was ridiculous. He never paced. It was a sign of a disordered mind. Forcing himself to come to a halt, he
regarded the annoying demon with a cold glare. “Do you wish to put your trust in a werewolf who has already proven he has no regard for the laws that bind him?”
“I have no wish to put my trust in vampires or were wolves,” Levet muttered. “They are notoriously clever at turning any situation to their own advantage.”
“If Darcy is harmed I will hold you personally responsible,” Styx warned. “You should never have shown her that picture.”
“You would have kept it from her?”
“Of course.” His gut twisted as he recalled the fragile hope that simmered in the beautiful green eyes. He couldn’t bear to have that bastard Salvatore use her vulnerability to harm her. “There was no point in disturbing her.”
Levet studied him with open suspicion. “Even though you know that it may offer her what she desires more than anything else in this world?”
Styx dismissed the gargoyle’s words with a ruthless ef ficiency.
Salvatore was a clever foe who would stoop to any level to lure Darcy from this secure lair. This was no doubt just another means to capture the woman he so desperately wanted.
And if it wasn’t…
A dark sense of dread filled his heart.
If it wasn’t, then he still could not allow Darcy to escape him.
For the moment she was his only leverage to force the pack back to their hunting grounds without open bloodshed.
“We know nothing yet,” he at last said stiffly.
“If this woman is her mother—” Levet began, only to come to a halt as Styx stabbed him with a lethal glare.
“Enough. We will discuss this later. For now I must try to convince Darcy not to charge into Salvatore’s damnable trap.”
Darcy was startled to discover her hands shaking as she pulled on a clean pair of jeans and soft green sweater. She glanced down at them in wonderment. Cripes. Over the years she had endured being labeled a freak, been tossed out of a dozen foster homes, and lived on the street until she could at last make enough money to find an apartment.
In the past week she had been stalked by a werewolf and kidnapped by a vampire.
It was all enough to give even the most cool, calm, and collected woman a nervous breakdown.
But nothing—nothing—had shaken her as much as that simple picture.
Pressing a hand to her quivering stomach, Darcy forced herself to take several deep breaths.
It would be so easy to leap to conclusions. No, not leap. Jump, bound, and soar to conclusions, she acknowledged wryly.
But first things first.
She had to track down Salvatore and discover the identity of the woman.
He held the key to the questions that had haunted her for far too long.
She had just Finished pulling on her leather boots when the door to her room was thrust open and Styx flowed toward her with that aloof expression that warned trouble was brewing.
Planting her hands on her hips she refused to flinch as he came to a halt only inches from her stiff body. He towered over her with enough fluid strength to crush her with one hand. And then there were those pesky fangs that could drain her dry.
Perhaps foolishly, Darcy wasn’t frightened.
Not even when he reached out to grasp her arm. “Darcy, we must speak,” he commanded in a low tone.
“No.” She met his dark gaze squarely. “I will not argue about this, Styx. I have to know the truth.”
“And you do not trust me to discover the truth for you?”
“I trust that you will always do what is best for your people,” she cautiously hedged. Vampire or not, Styx possessed all the pride of any other man. Hell, he possessed the pride of several men all rolled into one. It didn’t seem the best time to be trampling all over it. “And you have to admit that what is best for your people might not always be best for me. This is something I need to do on my own.”
He stiffened as if she had slapped his face. “On your own?”
“Styx, this is important to me,” she said in a tone that quivered with the desperate need that clenched at her heart. “I have spent all my life wondering and searching. If there is someone out there who has answers, then I have to find them. Surely you can understand that?”
His raised hand dropped as he turned to walk toward the darkened window. She frowned at the rigid set of his shoulders and unmistakable tension that swirled through the air.
“You seem to have forgotten a pertinent fact, angel,” he said, his voice oddly thick.
Darcy shuddered at the dark premonition that hovered about her.
“And what is that?”
“For the moment you are my prisoner.”
Prisoner.
Her heart threatened to halt as she clenched her hands at her sides.
“You will keep me from speaking with Salvatore?”
“I will keep you safe.”
“And what about the woman?” she rasped. “What if she disappears before I can speak with her? What if Salvatore harms her?”
He slowly turned, his beautiful face unreadable. “I understand you are upset.”
Darcy struggled to breathe. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Not when she was so close.
Not even a vampire could be so coldhearted.
“Of course I’m upset. I have spent my whole life waiting for this moment. I can’t let it slip past me.” Her chin abruptly tilted. “I won’t let it slip past.”
“And I won’t allow you to rush into danger while you’re obviously overwrought,” he gritted. “Salvatore is a dangerous pureblood, not a pathetic human you can manipulate with a bat of your lashes and a winsome smile. He could kill you without a second thought.”
She stomped forward, far too angry to care that his eyes were smoldering with a dangerous fire.
“Don’t you dare patronize me,” she gritted.
For a moment the prickles in the air became almost painful. Darcy instinctively rubbed her hands over her arms as his power flared around her, and then without warning, a chilling coldness settled on his bronzed features.
“My decision is made, Darcy. I will do whatever possible to discover who this woman might be and you will remain here. Is that clear?”
She took a deliberate step backward, her expression as chilled and unrelenting as his.
“Crystal clear.” she retorted. “May I please have some privacy?”
Something that might have been regret darkened his eyes as he lifted his hand to lightly touch her cheek.
“Angel, I don’t want to upset you, but you must understand that I can’t risk Salvatore getting his hands on you.”
She shook off his hand, refusing to be swayed by his soft, beguiling voice. As much as she respected Styx for his dedication to his people, in this moment he was her captor, not her lover.
He stood between her and the truth she so desperately desired.
“You’ve made it very clear that you won’t risk your… bargaining chip, Styx.” She glanced pointedly toward the door. “Now, will you leave, or have I lost the right to have a few minutes alone?”
A stark silence descended, and Darcy feared that Styx might actually refuse to leave. She could feel him fiercely gazing on her averted profile, as if he was at tempting to read her dark thoughts.
An unnerving sensation, she had to admit.
She had learned over the years to hide her secrets. Tonight it was more important than ever.
After what seemed an eternity, Styx at last heaved a faint sigh.
“Perhaps it would be better to speak of this after you’ve rested,” he grudgingly replied. Moving toward the door, he paused to regard her with a faint frown. “I’m not your enemy, Darcy. If only you would trust me I would prove it to you.”
With that he disappeared from the room, leaving behind a whiff of his exotic, male scent.
Once alone Darcy briefly closed her eyes.
If only you would trust me…
Dammit, she did trust him. Which, no doubt, only confirmed most people’s
opinion that she was a complete whack job. What woman with any sense would ever trust a lethal predator of the night?
But with that trust came the unshakable knowledge that he was far too honorable to forget his duties.
He would do whatever he had to do.
And so would she.
Ignoring the strange ache in the region of her heart, Darcy moved to the connected bathroom and closed the door. When Levet had been kind enough to collect her clothes, he had included her cell phone and a small wad of cash she kept hidden in her sock drawer.
When she had discovered the bounty she had wisely hidden both the phone and cash among the towels be neath the sink. She had known there might come a time when she would need to escape from her luxurious prison. And that Styx would not make it easy.
She clutched the phone to her chest as she considered who could help her.
Not the police. They would have her slapped in a straightjacket if she tried to convince them that she had been kidnapped by a vampire, assuming Styx and the Ravens wouldn’t do something horrible to them when they tried to enter the estate.
The same was true for her handful of friends.
She couldn’t possibly endanger them by dragging them into her troubles.
And, of course, she had no family to impose upon.
So that left… freaking no one.
She clenched her teeth against the defeatist thoughts and paced across the tiled floor.
There was someone who could help her. There had to be.
She came to an abrupt halt as inspiration struck without warning.
Shay.
The beautiful demon had made it clear that she was ready and prepared to help Darcy with anything she might need. And more importantly, she didn’t fear Styx or his Ravens.
She was perfect.
Now, if she could just figure out how to get her telephone number…
“Darcy.”
The phone dropped from her hands as Darcy realized that Styx had silently entered the bathroom and stood directly before her.
“Shit.” she breathed, her heart lodged painfully in her throat. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you…”
Her panicked words were cut off as he placed a slen der finger against her lips. “Shh. Don’t worry, angel, everything is fine,” he murmured softly.
She frowned as his fingers shifted to cup her chin and he lowered his head to peer deep into her wide eyes.
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