Embrace The Darkness

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"Did you seek me out to offer me tedious insults or did you have a purpose?"
The lean, harsh features tightened. "Much against my wishes the master has charged you with retrieving the Shalott. So far you have done nothing more than offer empty promises. Where is the demon?"
Damocles shrugged. "There has been a minor setback, but there is no reason to fear. 1 shall soon have her in my grasp."
Without warning Damocles found himself flat on his back nursing a bruised jaw. The blow had come so swiftly he hadn't had a chance to avoid it.
"I have no trust in you, imp, and even less liking. Your arrival at our door was a dark omen that has brought nothing but grief. Produce the Shalott or I will have your head."
Without a backward glance Styx was sweeping through thedarkness and leaving Damocles to wipe the blood from his mouth.
Alone Damocles allowed a smile to curve his lips.
It was always a good day when he could provoke the bloody Prince of Ice to lose his temper.
He intended to ensure there were many, many more such days.
Chapter Five
Waiting until Viper had left the kitchen Shay gathered the cartons of food and breathed in deeply of the delicious scent.
Damn but she was starving.
For the past weeks she had barely eaten enough to keep a bird alive. Evor enjoyed his tiny tortures and he thought it grand fun to watch her scrambling across the floor to gather the handful of crumbs he would toss through the bars of her cage.
And as much as she hated accepting anything from the vampire, she couldn't resist the temptation spread before her.
Starting with the boxes of Chinese food she had managed to polish them off, and most of the fried chicken, when her captor strolled back into the room.
Viper gave a lift of his brows at the sight of the empty cartons but, thankfully, he refrained from commenting on her gluttony.
"If you want to leave a list for my housekeeper I'm sure she'll be able to keep the kitchen stocked with any food you prefer."
Shay glanced over the piles of food. "She's already stocked it with everything but apple pie."
"I'm sure the apple pie could be arranged."
Shay didn't doubt it for a moment. The housekeeper seemed the type to go over and above the call of duty.
The question was whether the woman did it out of a sense of loyalty, or out of fear.
"Does she know that you're a vampire?"
The full, sensual lips twitched in amusement. "The bags of blood filling the refrigerator usually give it away."
Smart-ass.
Her eyes narrowed. "Most humans refuse to believe in demons. Or if they do believe they are terrified of them"
"Her family has served me for a number of centuries," he explained. "In fact she has four sons who work at my various businesses."
"A regular dynasty."
He gave an elegant shrug. "It simplifies matters."
"I bet."
His expression was curious as he studied her tight features. "You sound disapproving. Does it bother you that I hire humans?"
It did bother her, but not in the manner that he thought. "In my experience humans and demons don't mix."
He moved until he was standing directly before her. He gently tucked a stray curl behind her ear.
"That's not entirely true, pet," he said softly. "You've experienced the most intimate mixing of human and demon. A mixing that created you."
She resisted the shocking urge to rub her cheek against his lingering fingers. "That was... different."
He tilted her chin up to meet his searching gaze. "How was it different?"
"Neither of my parents intended to fall in love."
A slow smile curved his lips. "Does anyone?"
A tingle raced over her skin and Shay inched away. Space seemed a good choice when dealing with this unnerving vampire.
Lots of space.
"My father was preparing to leave and join the other Shalotts when he discovered my mother being attacked by a pack of werewolves," she tried to explain. She had heard the story told by her mother a hundred times. Always with that sad, yearning expression that revealed her mother still mourned the loss of her husband. "He saved her life and then took her back to his home and helped to heal her."
"And fate did the rest?"
She gave a jerky nod. "Something like that."
"Were they happy together?"
His probing was beginning to touch those raw nerves that she didn't want touched.
"Yes. They loved each other very much."
He ignored the edge of warning in her voice. Of course. Instead he allowed his gaze to slowly roam over her barely covered body.
"And they created you. I would say that the union of human and demon was clearly a match made in heaven."
She licked her dry lips. Either someone had just set a fire in the kitchen or the heat of his gaze was actually tangible.
"It was hardly heaven for my father to be shunned by his people, or for me and my mother to be forced into hiding."
"If they were happy what did it matter?"
She bit back her sharp words. Why bother? He was a vampire. He had never known a day of fear or uncertainty in his immortal life.
"I don't want to talk about it."
He paused before giving a slow nod of his head. "Very well. If you are finished with your meal, I'll show you to your room."
The egg rolls suddenly felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds in her stomach.
She was well acquainted with the rooms offered to a slave. Dark dank holes with iron bars. It was one thing that never changed no matter who was her current master.
"Now?"
He regarded her with a hint of curiosity. "Is there something else you wish to do?"
Eat broken glass. Stab a knife in her eye. Throw herself off the roof.
"I thought I might look about the house." She casually shifted from his looming form. "It is after all to be my home." Her lips tightened. "At least for now."
"There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow. Surely you must be exhausted?"
"I require little sleep."
A small, worrisome smile played about his mouth. "What pleasant coincidence, I require little sleep myself."
Consumed with thoughts of a dank cell Shay was unprepared when he glided forward and scooped her from her feet.
Tucked closely to his chest Shay roundly cursed her inattention. She might not be capable of vampire speed but she could have done more than stand there like a gaping trout.
It was amazing what a well-placed kick or blow to the throat could do to even the most determined male.
"What are you doing?" she gritted.
With annoying ease, Viper moved toward the nearby doorway.
"You said you wished a tour."
"I can wander about on my own. There is no need for you..."
He hoisted her high enough so he could meet her gaze squarely. Just for a moment Shay struggled to breathe.
It wasn't just his stunning beauty. Most vampires were beautiful. How else could they so easily lure their prey? But there was something compelling about those midnight eyes. Something that threatened to stir sensations she definitely didn't want stirred.
"There is every need, my pet" he murmured in silken tones. "Now do be quiet and let me perform my duties as your host."
Shay grimly averted her gaze. She had never believed it was possible for her to ever be enthralled or seduced by a vampire, no matter what his powers. She had hated them her entire life.
Now, she wasn't nearly as certain as she should be.
"Do you make a habit of carrying all your guests around?" she muttered as she battled the most ridiculous urge to squirm in his arms.
"You are my first and only guest."
Her gaze shifted back to his elegant features. "You're lying."
His brows arched. "Why do you say that?"
"I can't believe a man like you would be willing to leave his harem behind."
"A man like me?"
"A vampire."
"Ah. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm currently harem-less." The midnight eyes flashed their magic. "Unless, of course, you are volunteering?"
The prickling excitement inched over her skin and pooled in the pit of her stomach. Dammit. She had never been so intensely aware of a man. Certainly not a man who had the bad taste to be a vampire.
It was freaking annoying.
Time for a distraction.
"You've truly never had any guest here before?"
The midnight gaze held a knowing amusement. One that made her want to take a poke at that long, perfectly aquiline nose.
"I come here to be alone."
"Then why—"
"Ah, the living room" he firmly intruded, as if it was his turn for a distraction. "You will notice, I hope, the fine bay window that offers a stunning view of the lake. The wooden floors are polished oak that is native to the estate, as is the wood for the hand-carved staircase. There is something terribly fascinating about the stone of the fireplace, but I must admit that I did not pay particular attention when the real estate agent was torturing me with her endless spiel."