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Why?
His lips twisted with a rueful smile
He wanted to claiic After all, it was far less disturbing to believe the constant awareness that was nagging at hierous
Instead he bla suspicion that there were forces swirling around Laylah and her ht directly iid breeze as a vath neared and with a deliberate er into the waistband of his khakis and held up his hands in a gesture of peace
"Uriel?" he called softly, having met Victor’s second in command nearly three centuries before
On cue a tall vae brown eyes stepped into view
A cynical suileless youth that shrouded about Uriel in his faded jeans and casual T-shirt His deceptively angelic appearance had been the downfall of h to h …
He frowned, realizing that the younger vanificantly since their last encounter
Strange Usually a vampire developed to their full potentialHe’d never heard of one acquiring e
A mystery, but not one he had ti a sword that could cut the head off a troll
"We had no warning the Charon was traveling to London," Uriel said, his bland tone not disguising his aversion to Tane’s presence
Tane shrugged, inured to the less than war
His brothers either feared him or loathed him
None of them wanted to be BFFs
"I’m not here in my official capacity"
Uriel didn’t look comforted "You’re here on vacation?"
"Not exactly I must speak with Victor" Tane reached out with his senses, his brows pulling together as he belatedly realized that he should have been able to sense Victor’s power signature by now Unlike Viper, the Chicago clan chief, the big cheese of London was never subtle His presence was like a sledgehammer "He’s not in London," he absently ers twitched on the hilt of his sword at Tane’s unconscious display of his talent
He was a Charon who could find his prey with unerring skill
"Victor was forced to travel to Dublin to ingly confessed
"Trouble?"
"There are whispers as of Sylvermyst"
"Impossible" Tane instinctively denied the nasty possibilities The Sylvermyst were the distant cousins of the fey with a taste for evil that made vao along with the Dark Lord"
"So were any nued to make unwelcomed appearances over the past year," Uriel said dryly
Tane grih"
With a sudden motion, Uriel whirled the sword over his head and shoved it into a leather sheath strapped to his back "Why are you here, Tane?"
More amused than offended by his companion’s blunt approach, Tane smiled
"Obviously Victor didn’t hire you for your diplomatic skills"
"He hiredthat’s been difficult enough lately without tossing a Charon into the mix"
Tane flicked a broard He syhout the demon world was a bitch for everyone But he was here with a purpose and no one was standing in his path
"Are you trying to i you here is like throwing gasoline on a s fire"
"It’s not my fault you can’t control your peeps," Tane mocked "Peeps?"
"Minions? Flunkies? Sycophants?"
Uriel made a sound of impatience "Our minions aren’t the only ones who are restless It feels like the entire world is sitting on a powder keg Your arrival …" Uriel bit off his words, shock widening his eyes "What the hell? Is that a Jinn? And gargoyle?" He glanced over Tane’s shoulder "Shit, do you have a death wish? Victor is going to kill you"
"Many have tried" Tane stepped forward, done with the polite chitchat He needed to get Laylah to safety "I seek asylum Will you offer it?"
"As if I have a choice," Uriel iven whatever they request That’s a pretty big trump card to carry around"
Tane curled back his lips to flash his fangs "I have bigger"
"Fine," the younger vaeons"
"Uriel …"
"Hear aze "Talk fast"
"As I’ve said, the natives have been ru," Uriel pointed out "The dungeons are wrapped in illusions and protected by hexes It should keep your presence in London concealed At least until Victor returns"
"And an effectiveh echoed through the cramped tunnel "And risk the wrath of our Anasso?"
Tane allowed his power to bite through the air "Styx’s wrath would be the least of your worries"