Embrace The Darkness
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"We're hardly alone," she hissed.
Brushing his cheek against hers, he savored the scented heat that clouded his senses.
"That could be arranged if you're interested," he whispered against her ear.
"No," she muttered in an outraged breath, but Viper didn't miss the sudden hardening of her nipples.
Hard to miss that.
Nice. Very nice.
"Are you certain?" He tightened his arms about her. "I could show you just how much I missed you."
"You were only gone an hour."
"What can I say? You have bewitched me."
She gave a furtive glance over her shoulder, a hint of pink staining her cheeks.
"Speaking of bewitchment, I think your companion is feeling neglected."
With reluctance Viper lowered Shay to her feet and gave a negligent shrug.
"Natasha has never been my lover."
"Does she want to be?"
He smiled at her tart tone. "She has indicated that she would not be opposed to sharing my bed. Are you jealous?"
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" She folded her arms over her chest, her eyes flashing. "Two women fighting over you?"
"I've never had a taste for angry women, but I would like very much to think you are jealous that another woman wants to be my lover."
She bit her bottom lip as if realizing she had given away far more than she intended to.
"Why is she here?"
Viper allowed his attention to stray toward the door. The young witch was pretty enough with her long black hair and pale skin, but she couldn't hold a candle to Shay's stunning beauty. Something Natasha seemed well aware of as a petulant pout settled on her narrow face.
"She promises that she can cast a spell on your marking to help us discover who put it there."
"You're kidding?"
Viper gave a small shrug. "It's worth a try. Come, I think Natasha should explain."
He led the reluctant Shay toward the waiting witch, hiding a smile as the two shared a mutual glare of dislike.
"Let me see the mark," Natasha demanded.
The always stubborn Shalott narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Why?"';
"Shay."
Viper touched her arm and she heaved a sigh.
"Fine." Turning about she pulled down the neckline of her sweatshirt to reveal the brand. "Here."
The witch's hint of childish annoyance faded to be replaced by the concentration of a professional. Holding her hand over the brand Natasha murmured beneath her breath.
Long moments passed before the witch gave a sharp shudder and pulled her hand back.
"A powerful spell, but not evil. It's more a binding than an actual curse."
"Can it be broken?"
"Not without the one who holds the curse. They must be together for the curse to be broken."
Viper frowned. "Can you at least help us discover who was responsible for the curse in the first place?"
Natasha considered a moment before giving a shrug. "I can cast a spell that will give you a trail to the witch. As long as she hasn't managed to cover it with a counterspell."
Shay slowly turned about, her expression wary. "What sort of trail are you talking about?"
"Have you ever played hot and cold?" Natasha demanded.
"No."
"Once the spell is cast the mark will become warmer the closer you come to the witch who branded you, and colder the farther you go away."
Shay licked her lips. "How long will it last?"
"A day, maybe two."
Viper moved to place a steadying arm about her shoulders. "Do you wish to risk it?"
She glanced up, her eyes oddly vulnerable in the dim light. "We don't really have a choice, do we?"
He wanted to lie. He wanted to assure her that he would take her far away and they would never have to worry about another thing for all eternity. But they both knew that as long as the curse bound her to Evor they would never be safe. No matter how fast or far they ran.
He gave a slow shake of his head. "Not really."
She blew out a heavy sigh. "Then let's do it."
Viper turned to the waiting witch. "What do you need?"
Natasha slowly smiled. "I have brought my supplies."
Of course, it wasn't a simple process. Natasha demanded that she feel the house before deciding that the kitchen possessed the best aura for her casting. Only then did she place Shay in a chair and pull a black candle from her bag. With a slow procession she made a counterclockwise circle, and then slowly retraced her steps. Over and over she walked the circle, pausing upon occasion to test its strength before at last giving a satisfied nod. With brisk efficiency she handed the candle to the wary Shay and lit the wick. Holding up her hands she began to chant beneath her breath.
Viper anxiously paced the edge of the kitchen, hating the sense of helplessness as he placed Shay in the hands of this woman.
No vampire felt comfortable around magic.
How did you battle against something that you couldn't see or touch?
Reaching into her pocket the witch pulled out a white feather that she touched to the candle's flame. There was a foul smell that filled the kitchen as Natasha spoke the last of her spell and suddenly Shay slumped over in her seat.
Viper stepped forward, cursing beneath his breath as the, enclosed circle held him firmly out.
"Shay, are you all right?"
With a shake of her head she was sitting upright, handing the burning candle to Natasha.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy."
"What have you done to her?" he demanded of the witch, his expression warning of dire retribution if Shay was harmed.
"Don't worry, it will wear off," Natasha muttered, putting away her candle and kneeling beside Shay. "Can you sense your brand?"
Shay sucked in a deep breath. "It... tingles."
Natasha rose to her feet with a triumphant smile. "The spell has worked. You can use it as a compass."
Viper battled back his surge of fear and offered a half bow. "You have done well. Thank you."
The smile became flirtatious as the witch ran a hungry gaze over his body. "I'm always ready to help ... you."
Shay recovered enough to send him a glittering glare. Viper was wise enough to hide his smile.
"I will see you home," he murmured to Natasha.
In the beat of a heart Shay was on her feet, her expression determined. "I might as well come along. We can begin tracking the witch who did this to me."
"As you like," Viper murmured.
Natasha opened her mouth to protest only to be halted as Dante stepped into the room and gave Viper a sly smile.
"I'll see her home, Viper. You and Shay only have a few hours to find the witch."
He flashed his friend a relieved glance. As much as he enjoyed watching Shay prickle with jealousy, he was far more interested in finding out who was responsible for her curse. Once they were free of the threat he would have all the time in the world to savor his Shalott.
"Thank you."
Without warning Abby suddenly appeared at the side of her mate and sent Viper a stem frown. "You will return here before dawn?"
"A kind offer" he murmured, "but we would only endanger you."
The goddess smiled with a confidence that she had gained over the past few weeks. "There are few demons who would dare intrude into this estate. Carrying the Phoenix does have a few perks."
He could hardly argue with that. Hell, there were times when she creeped him out.
"Still..."
"I insist."
Dante gave a sudden chuckle and held his hands up in warning. "Don't bother arguing with her, old friend, I assure you that you are only wasting your breath."
Viper offered a smile. "I thank you."
"We owe you," Abby said simply, reaching out to grab her mate's hand. "We owe you both."
Shay absently rubbed her shoulder as they crawled their way through the south side of Chicago, moving down Maxwell Street to neighborhoods that were considerably different from the elegant estates they had left behind.
Damn the witch, she silently cursed as her shoulder gave another flare of heat.
You can use it as a compass.
Easy for Natasha to say. It wasn't her shoulder burning like someone was poking it with a hot stick.
"Turn here " she commanded, her hands gripping her knees as Viper slowed the black Jag to a mere crawl.
"Do you sense something?" he demanded.
"My shoulder certainly does." Peering out the window Shay studied the passing shops. It was a depressing combination of abandoned buildings, liquor stores, and porno shops that made Shay long for a shower. And plenty of soap. Wincing at the smoldering pain of her brand Shay suddenly stiffened in surprise. "Stop."
Pulling to a stop before the crumbling brick building Viper turned to regard her in surprise. "Here?"
"Yes."
"You're certain?"
Climbing out of the sleek car Shay wrapped her arms around her waist and waited for Viper to join her on the dark street.