When Darkness Ends(Guardians of Eternity,book 12)(39) by Alexandra Ivy
“Christ,” he muttered, barely capable of sensing Cyn.
With a graceful flutter, Fallon was moving to kneel beside the unconscious vampire, her face pale with worry.
“He won’t wake and he was too heavy for me to move to his bed,” she breathed.
“It was best to leave him,” Styx absently assured her, squatting beside Levet. “What happened, gargoyle?”
“Magic,” Levet answered, his leathery skin more ashen than usual as he struggled to maintain a hold on Cyn’s fading life force.
Styx’s initial suspicions returned in a rush. “Fey?”
Levet gave a sharp shake of his head. “Human.”
Fallon ran her fingers through Cyn’s hair, her touch unconsciously intimate. “Can you help him?”
“I can add my strength to his and hope it’s enough to heal him.”
Styx gently pushed aside Levet’s hand and replaced it with his own. He’d slice out his tongue before he’d admit it, but for once he was glad the irritating creature had been around. His efforts had quite possibly saved Cyn’s life.
Pressing against Cyn’s chest, Styx concentrated on the thread that connected him to his people. Then, with a ruthless determination, he was shoving his power through the bond and into the unmoving vampire.
This was one gift as Anasso he truly appreciated.
Focused on his brother, he forgot about his audience, flaming the spark of life until he could sense Cyn regain his awareness although his eyes remained closed.
It was at last Fallon who broke the heavy silence. “What can I do to help?”
Lifting his head, Styx continued to offer Cyn his strength to aid in his rapid healing. “He’ll need to feed to regain his full strength.”
“Do not look in my direction,” Levet grumbled, hurriedly heading out the door. “I am no à la mode for a leech.”
Styx didn’t bother glancing at the retreating gargoyle, instead concentrating his gaze on the beautiful princess. “Fallon?”
Surprisingly she abruptly surged to her feet, her face pale. After her possessive way of touching Cyn, he’d assumed that they were already lovers. Now he sensed that he’d touched a raw nerve.
“I’m certain he must have a store of blood in the kitchen,” she muttered.
Styx frowned. “It won’t be as effective as yours.”
“The greater your magic, the more pure your blood,” he said. She bit her bottom lip, clearly uncomfortable with his pressure. Not that Styx gave a shit. The Chatri packed powerful magic. If her blood would help Cyn heal faster then that’s what he was going to get. “He needs you.”
“I . . .” She muttered something beneath her breath before giving a grudging nod of her head. “Fine.”
A hand suddenly grabbed his arm, and Styx glanced down to see Cyn’s eyes were opened, his expression tight with pain.
“I’m here, amigo,” he reassured his friend, leaning forward so Cyn didn’t try to sit up.
Fear flashed in the jade eyes. “Fallon . . .”
“She’s fine.” Styx flicked his glance toward the hovering Chatri princess. “And very persistent.”
Cyn managed a weak smile. “Aye. She’s as stubborn as an Irish stoat.”
Styx heard the female make a startled sound of irritation, but his only concern was for the vampire who remained dangerously weak.
“You must feed. Fallon has agreed to offer her vein.”
Once again Styx was caught off guard as Cyn’s fingers dug into his arm. “No.”
What the hell? He allowed a growl to rumble deep in his chest.
“Don’t be an idiot. You need blood.”
Cyn grimaced. “Not Fallon’s.”
There was a low hiss before Fallon was headed toward the door, her body stiff with wounded dignity. Even if she’d been reluctant to offer her vein, it clearly pricked her pride that Cyn would refuse her gift.
“Obviously the clan chief considers my blood unworthy. I’ll return with his preferred vintage,” she muttered. “I hope it chokes him.”
Cyn grimaced as Fallon slammed the door behind her retreating form. He knew he’d offended her. Again. But on this occasion he wasn’t sorry.
Better have her pissed at him than suffering the potential fallout from him taking her vein.
Styx glared down at him, his hard expression saying he thought Cyn had lost his mind.
And he wasn’t wrong.
His life had gone from a peaceful existence of glorious hedonism to chaotic frustration.
From the second he’d seen Fallon, he’d been careening from one upheaval to another. But it wasn’t being a pawn for a powerful Oracle that had his nerves scraped raw.
That little achievement belonged solely to the Chatri princess.
So why hadn’t he followed the urgings of his logical mind that had warned him to avoid the female? As she’d pointed out more than once, his lair was big enough to make sure they could go weeks without running into each other.
Because you haven’t been able to resist the primitive need to seek her out, a voice in the back of his head whispered.
And every passing minute in her presence had only made matters worse.
He’d gone from fascinated to obsessed to desperate. Bloody hell, he needed to have her naked in his arms, his fangs buried deep in her throat as he felt her climaxing around his erection.
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