“Why not?”
He frowned, as if annoyed he might be forced to actually consider his motives.
“I always finish what I start,” he at last said.
Always finish what he started?
Lame. Truly lame.
He better hope that he didn’t need a reference if he intended to make a career out of rescuing maidens in distress, because as far as she was concerned, he sucked at it.
“I’m not your obligation,” she snapped.
“You are for now.”
“Because my daughter sent you?”
“Because my clan chief sent me.”
Kata rolled her eyes. She loved Laylah, but why on earth would the girl get involved with vampires?
“Fine, you came, you saw, you conquered. Now go away.”
“I’m not leaving without you.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Get over it.”
Okay, that was it.
She’d tried to be nice. To put his welfare above her own. Now she just wanted to kick him in the nuts.
“Look here, you arrogant ass, I’ve . . .”
“There’s no use in arguing with a vampire, my dear,” a soft, melodic voice interrupted her tirade.
Whirling around in shock, Kata pressed a hand to her heart as she caught sight of the tiny demon she’d thought lost forever.
“Yannah, thank goodness,” she breathed, barely noticing that the demon’s white robe was perfectly pristine and her hair smoothed into a tidy braid. Unlike Kata who looked like she’d been to hell and back. Literally. “I feared . . .”
“I was dead?” Yannah helpfully supplied.
“Yes.”
“Silly girl.” Yannah waved a hand toward the far side of the cavern. “My house is just on the other side of the lava pit.”
Kata shook her head in confusion. Over the years she’d accepted Yannah’s habit of popping in and out of her cell without giving any actual thought to where she came from.
But even if she had, her first thought wouldn’t have been the underworld.
“You live here?”
Yannah sniffed, unexpectedly offended by Kata’s blatant disbelief.
“I’m not sure I like your tone. My neighborhood happens to be quite nice, and for your information I have a very lovely flat in Mayfair for when I’m on the other side.”
Kata parted her lips to apologize, only to be cut off as Uriel stepped directly between her and the female demon.
“You can travel between worlds?” he growled.
“No time for questions.” Yannah said as she turned to the side.
Waving her hands over the edge of the cliff in intricate motions, Yannah ignored Uriel’s impatient demand for explanations.
Kata frowned. Was the demon pretending to conduct an orchestra? Calling for reinforcements? Totally losing her mind?
The answer was far more unexpected.
The darkness in front of her began to shift, as if it were alive. Then, without warning, Yannah chopped her hand downward and there was a strange sound, as if the very air was tearing in half.
Blessed mother.
Kata shook her head, stunned by the outrageous display of power.
“Come on.” Yannah impatiently waved for them to approach. “Through here.”
Tentatively Kata edged toward the opening. She didn’t want to offend Yannah, but she wasn’t sure she entirely trusted the strange creature.
Uriel, on the other hand, had no trouble being blatantly offensive.
Stepping to her side, he pointed a finger at the opening.
“Where does this go?”
“Didn’t I just say there’s no time for questions?” Yannah turned to Kata with a baffled expression. “Was he hit on the head?”
“Yannah . . .” she started to soothe, no more anxious than Uriel to step through a hole in space.
A pity she wasn’t given a choice.
Studying the gaping hole in what might be the very fabric of the space/time continuum, Kata missed Yannah creeping behind her. It wasn’t until she felt the demon’s tiny hands on her ass that she belatedly realized her danger.
She gave a choked shout of alarm at the same time that Yannah shoved her forward.
Chapter 6
Uriel was rarely caught off guard.
A complacent vampire was a dead vampire.
But distracted by the lurking promise of an escape route, he hadn’t realized the tiny demon’s intention until too late.
Swearing as he watched Kata being pushed into the portal, Uriel didn’t hesitate. Knocking aside Yannah, Uriel charged forward, managing to wrap his arms around Kata’s waist as they both plunged through the shimmering mist.
There was the sense of freefalling through a tunnel of black nothingness and Uriel instinctively tugged Kata closer to his body. At the moment, she was the only real thing in the whirling darkness.
Wrapped in her sweet scent of tiger lilies and the tantalizing warmth of her lush body, Uriel was struck by a piercing desire to keep falling. Anything just so he could keep this woman in his arms.
Insanity, of course.
He was a vampire.
They didn’t do “happily ever afters.” Or even “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
At least not until they found their mate.
And this woman couldn’t be his mate.
Could she?
Before he could actually consider the disturbing question, their freefall came to an abrupt end.
Tumbling through the other side of the portal, Uriel hurriedly turned to keep Kata protected as they emerged into a heavily-wooded forest.
His back smacked painfully onto the moss covered ground as his feet tangled in the undergrowth. Not that he noticed the rock poking into his shoulder or the overhead cry of angry birds disturbed from their nests.
Instead he hissed in fear as a light breeze stirred the thick canopy of leaves and the dappled sunlight brushed over his skin.
It had been centuries since his last glimpse of the sun. With good cause.
Vampires plus daylight equaled instant death.
Something he’d tried to avoid over the years.
Now he braced himself for the searing pain.
A pain that never came.
Astonishment slowly gave way to the recognition that this place was nothing more than an illusion. There could be no other explanation.
Yannah had somehow created this bubble of paradise in the midst of the underworld.
But how? And more importantly, why?
Distracted by the possibility of spontaneous combustion, Uriel nearly forgot the bundle of lush woman he held in his arms. At least until she squirmed out of his grasp and darted away.
“Kata.”
Forcing himself to ignore the unnerving sunlight, Uriel hurriedly followed behind her, nearly running her down when she came to an abrupt halt at the edge of a large glade.