“Definitely Die Hard,” Harley said before she could halt the revealing words. Hoping to cover her ridiculous aversion to romance, she bent to peer into the ceramic cups. “Hot chocolate?”
“My weakness.” Darcy perched on the edge of the bed as she waved a hand toward a delicately scrolled armoire. “There’s whiskey in the cabinet if you want it with a kick.”
Harley grimaced, joining her sister on the bed. “I prefer to keep my wits intact when Salvatore is around.”
“Ah.” Darcy tilted her head, studying her with an unnervingly perceptive gaze. “Very wise.”
Harley ran a self-conscious hand through her still damp curls.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Darcy grimaced. “I’m sorry. Nothing is a secret in the demon world.”
“What secret?”
“You’ve completed the mating bond.”
Harley pressed her hands to her face. Was that a blush heating her skin? Frigging hell. She was an idiot.
“Yes.”
“So, you’re Queen of the Weres. Congratulations.”
Disbelief jolted through her. Queen of Weres. She’d been so rattled by the shock of being mated to Salvatore that the rest of the baggage he brought with him had skimmed right over her head.
Until now.
She groaned, flopping back on the mattress.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned. “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”
“Harley?” Darcy’s worried face abruptly hovered over her. “Forgive me. I have a habit of putting my foot in my mouth.”
Harley heaved a sigh that came from the tips of her toes. “It’s not you, Darcy. It’s Salvatore Giuliani.”
“Typical.” Darcy scooted back so Harley could push herself up on her elbows. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
“All of this,” Harley muttered.
“Could you be a little more specific?”
Harley shivered, briefly closing her eyes. Even from a distance, she could sense Salvatore. He was in a room directly below her, pacing the floor with a barely controlled impatience that she felt as vividly as if it were her own emotion.
She lifted her head to meet Darcy’s gaze. “I’m not sure I want to be a mate, let alone the freaking Queen of Weres.”
Darcy’s lips twisted at her plaintive, yes, maybe even childish, tone.
“Get in line,” she said bluntly.
“Excuse me?”
“I seem to have this conversation a lot over the past few days,” she said with a rueful shake of her head. “Harley, you aren’t the first woman to be…”
“Unhinged?” she helpfully supplied.
Darcy chuckled. “Okay, unhinged, by the thought of being irrevocably bound to a male. Especially if that male happens to be an arrogant, overbearing, far-too-fond-of-giving-orders demon.”
“You?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Styx tends to take arrogance to an epic level. He’s quite convinced that he’s been put on this earth to take command of everyone and everything. Including me.”
“Why didn’t you run?”
“I did.”
Harley jerked in astonishment. Not even the most cynical demon could fail to appreciate the devotion between Darcy and her vampire.
“Really?”
Darcy wrinkled her nose, clearly recalling one of those memories that you could only laugh about later.
“Styx and I had our own share of troubles.”
“Obviously you came back.”
“Because distance doesn’t change anything.” Darcy shrugged. “My bond to Styx isn’t just an ancient demon rite or sappy exchange of vows. He’s a part of me.” She pressed a hand to her heart. “Wherever I am.”
The words did precisely nothing to reassure Harley.
“So you just gave up and let Styx take over your life?” she demanded.
Darcy’s eyes widened before she fell backwards on the bed, her laughter bouncing off the vaulted ceiling and echoing through the priceless chandeliers.
“Only in his dreams,” she at last managed to gasp, sitting up to wipe the tears from her face. “Actually, if you asked Styx he would tell you that I’ve completely taken over his life, and that he’s not even allowed to step out of the house without asking my permission.”
Harley frowned. The big, scary King of Vampires asking permission?
“I don’t believe it.”
“The truth is that we have both learned to compromise,” she said. “Styx has grudgingly accepted that I’m capable of making my own decisions, and I’ve grudgingly accepted that his position as Anasso means that he has to put himself in danger far too often.” She reached to grasp Harley’s hand. “It doesn’t mean that we don’t still have our moments, but we’ve learned we can discuss the situation and find a solution we can both live with.”
“Compromise? Salvatore? Yeah, right.” Harley snorted at the mere suggestion. Salvatore would learn to compromise when pigs learned to fly. “I don’t think so.”
“Trust me, Harley. He will learn to compromise because he won’t have a choice.”
“You obviously don’t know the pain-in-the-ass Were as well as you think you do.”
Darcy leaned forward, her expression oddly serious.
“I know that a male demon might be obsessed with his need to protect his mate, but he’s equally obsessed with his need to make her happy.” She caught and held Harley’s gaze. “The moment that Styx senses his overprotective habits are suffocating me, he has no choice but to back off.”
There was no doubting the sincerity in Darcy’s voice. She truly believed a demon like Salvatore could be tamed.
Not that Harley actually wanted to tame Salvatore.
No. Of course not.
She wanted…
What?
A frightening ache unfurled in the center of her heart. An ache that was directly connected to Salvatore Giuliani.
Dammit.
He made her crazy with the thought of being mated. And at the same time, he made her crazy with the thought of ever leaving him.
In other words, he flat-out made her crazy.
Shifting uneasily, Harley turned her attention to the stack of movies on the tray.
“Actually, I just want to forget Salvatore and our…mating for the next couple of hours.”
Darcy looked as if she wanted to press the benefits of being mated to an uberalpha demon with a throne, but easily recognizing the stubborn expression on Harley’s face, she heaved a rueful sigh.