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"No, it’s more a corridor that runs between them I use it when I need to travel in a hurry" She flicked a deliberate glance down his half naked body "Or when I’ to escape from a demented va his dagger as he studied the seeet out?"

Laylah frowned Tane was acting … peculiar Which in itself was peculiar

Vaerous, and sickeningly aware of their superiority

Could it be that the hty Tane was actually anxious to find hie, Laylah headed toward the unconscious gargoyle

"The saot in," she said

"Then do it"

"No"

"Laylah"

She scooped Levet into her arroan Gods What did the creature eat? Lead?

"I’runted, headed through the , Tane followed in her wake "Why is it so io to London?"

"I have to find the Jinn"

"Is it a relative of yours?" he snapped

"That’s what I intend to discover I never …" she bit off her revealing words

Naturally he couldn’t let well enough alone

"What?"

She flashed hiht I was the only one Okay?"

He abruptly stiffened, as if bothered by her stark honesty Then with a curse, he glanced toward the fog, his expression shuttered

"Get us out of here and I will see that you get to London"

Did she have stupid tattooed on her forehead?

"Liar"

"What did you call me?" he snapped

"I called you a liar" She turned her head to aze "We both know if I was idiotic enough to return us to the barn there’s no way in hell you would let hteenth century terrace house near Green Park in London was considered a fine exareat pride of the historical society, although the neighbors weren’t nearly so enthused

Certainly there was a classical beauty in the aging bricks and sis set above the Carved s, Chippendale furniture, and priceless works of art

But the museum-quality perfection couldn’t erase the chill of evil that shrouded the building orwhen she made her rare appearance

It was said that the exquisitely beautiful wo black eyes that contrasted so sharply with her pale, pale skin was soarian nobility The locals didn’t care where she came from, only that there had been a rash of disappearances since her arrival some ten years before

More amused than concerned by the suspicions of the hulossy curls as she absently descended into the cellars deep beneath the city streets She earing a thin, gauzy gown that e to battle the damp chill in the air Not that it mattered A vahbors

As she reached the cement floor, the torches flared to life and a tall man with silver hair that spilled halfway down his back approached froei Krakov handsoh Slavic cheekbones and icy blue eyes that held a cunning intelligence His body was lean and muscular and at the ray

Marika, however, didn’t keep the e around for hishilanced through theat the attached cell She gri blonde as chained to the wall

The fe curtain of hair covering her face Her naked body was boneless, straining against the ei urged

Marika tapped a criainst the , not particularly surprised when the wo on her pale skin revealed that Sergei had already taken his own pleasure