Formidable: Shifters Forever Worlds (Ever After Dark Book 1) (7 page)

“
W
hat is it
?” she whispered, knowing something was making alarms go off in her mind, and in her tigress, but she had no clue what.

Gio’s eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, his jawline tightened. “Someone’s approaching.”

More like something, Isabel thought, because this was no human setting off alarms like this.

From the depths of the forest appeared a being. A man, pale of skin, tall and lean in a sinewy way. Clad in a dark suit with an open collar and a jacket, the man appeared to have stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine.

He looked like he’d been to a formal affair. His clothing was impeccable, not a hair out of place. She’d almost call him attractive, except there was something inherently evil that oozed from his seemingly nonexistent pores.

She glanced at Gio whose full concentration was centered on the one coming closer. “Who—what is he?”

“He’s a—”

“Giovanni.” The man’s voice was hollow, ethereal, and if she had to use another word to describe it, she’d have called it otherworldly.

“Kristoph.” Gio was practically bristling, his voice displaying his tiger and a coldness that Isabel had never heard before. “What are you doing here?”

Vampire!
Isabel’s tigress screamed the word in Isabel’s subconscious.

The word reverberated in Isabel’s mind. She’d been made well aware of the danger that vampires could pose to shifters.

“We have unfinished business.” Kristoph’s smile didn’t meet his eyes. Eyes that were coffee bean brown, but tinged with a dark crimson ring.

“You and I have no business.” His words were a growl.

The tone in Gio’s voice made Isabel tear her gaze away from Kristoph. Gio had begun to morph. Beneath his human skin, she could see his tiger stripes making a presence.

“You can’t take on a vampire,” Isabel told Gio, hoping to get him to stop his shift so they could escape the vampire.

“Listen to her; she speaks wisdom,” Kristoph said in a mocking tone.

“Shift and go to the house, Isabel,” Gio commanded.

“Yes, run, little white tigress. Run.” Kristoph gave Gio a smile that made Isabel’s blood run cold. “Do not worry, Gio. I have my own white tigress. Well—” Kristoph coughed twice, “former white tigress. But then again, I guess, you know that.”

Gio’s snarl came from deep within his chest, so vivid, it was vibrating in Isabel’s body.

Gio’s shift was immediate. Within seconds, he was in his tiger form, and pouncing toward the vampire.

The vampire hissed, and with a speed that defied even Isabel’s shifter sight, he was a blur as he moved, disappearing from Isabel’s view.

A nanosecond later, Isabel felt a cold gust of air against her neck. It was a windless day. Adrenaline-driven, she whirled around.

Kristoph laughed, standing so close to her that she smelled his breath. The scent of cloves permeated her senses. His breath was cold, not arctic cold, but cool, like the breeze that heralds winter and ushers autumn out.

She backed up, shivering from more than just that cool breath. Her tigress roared in her mind.

Quickly, before she could think to intervene, Gio surged forward standing between her and Kristoph. His tiger rose to its full height, his chest swollen, his muscles taut. Gio snarled a warning at the laughing vampire.

Immediately, Isabel’s tigress pushed for a shift, wrestling control from Isabel. With a gush of power coursing through her, Isabel felt her muscles begin their excruciating transformation. Seconds later, she was in her tigress’s body, facing the smirking vampire while Gio circled him menacingly.

Isabel felt a push for a sync nudging against her mind. She accepted immediately. She felt another push, and she accepted again, wondering why the first time didn’t work.

“Gio!”
she exclaimed into the sync.

“Not Gio.”
It was Desi’s voice.

“Who the hell?”
This time it was Gio’s voice.

Isabel hadn’t realized at the time that she’d accepted a sync with Gio and with Desi.

Isabel’s tigress glanced about seeking Desi.

There Desideria was half hidden behind a tree.

Gio circled the vampire, keeping a solid distance between himself and the nightwalker, while at the same time setting himself up as a barrier to protect Isabel.

That evil smirk still planted on his pale face, the vampire’s malevolent gaze was fixated on Gio’s tiger, ignoring Isabel. A flash of movement, a breeze stirring in his wake, the vampire zipped toward Gio.

Isabel screamed.

Desideria stepped forward into the open.

The vampire froze.

Gio stopped in his tracks.

For a very still, very long moment, everything seemed frozen.

No sound.

No movement.

Just a deathly quiet in an unmoving forest.

The vampire raised a brow.

“Witch.” His voice was a hiss. “What are you doing here, witch?”

In the sync, Gio talked to Isabel.
“Go away. Run. We can’t defeat the witch and the vampire.”

“The witch is on our side,”
Isabel told him.

He swung his tiger head in her direction, brilliant tiger eyes narrowing, irises becoming slits.
“You know her?”
Gio asked Isabel in their sync.

“She’s a friend,”
Isabel informed him.

“I’m not here to hurt you,”
Desi told Gio.
“I can help.”

Kristoph’s gaze flicked from Desi to Isabel, to Gio, then back to Desi. “What are you telling them in their minds, witch? What are you plotting, Desideria?”

Isabel gasped in her tiger’s mind. He knew Desi. He knew her!

Kristoph took a step in Isabel’s direction.

Gio snarled and planted himself even more firmly between Kristoph and Isabel.

“Leave them be, nightwalker. What witch did you trick to give you the means to walk before it is fully dark?”

“I have many at my disposal. Your refusal to join me merely meant I had to find another. Do you regret not taking me up on my offer, Desideria?” His tone had taken a seductive note.

Isabel watched his face as he seemed to be turning on his charm, or glamour, or some sort of trickery.

“I do not. I live with few regrets.” Desi took a pace forward, then another. “You’ll regret it if you hurt these shifters. You’ll draw the wrath of Esmerelda and others.”

The vampire’s laugh was hollow. “I fear no witch.” Quicker than could be witnessed by a human eye, he stood next to Desideria, his finger tracing down her cheek, her jawline, his nail sharp, leaving a tiny crimson trail. And then just as quickly, he’d stepped away.

A glow surrounded Desi, a green glow that made Isabel think of the force field that had taken Gio into an unconscious state.

Isabel burst forward in a leap, aiming to sink her canines into the vampire’s neck.

Gio sprung in her direction, a mighty jump as his body slammed his tiger into hers, knocking her off course.

“You can’t bite him. You don’t want to risk sharing blood with him and becoming a hybrid.”
Gio’s voice was a combination of a shout and a roar in her mind.

“Stay away,”
Desi cautioned.

With that, she cast the force field into a wider pattern, encircling the vampire and herself.

Kristoph surged, his image barely discernible as he reached Desi, and leaned forward.

Nanoseconds later, Kristoph was flung away from Desi, a supernatural projectile directly headed to crash into a large tree. He righted himself, landed on his feet.

“This isn’t the last you’ll see of me, witch.” He vanished into the forest, a blur of motion and black clothing, dark hair flowing behind him.

Isabel shifted into her human so fast, adrenalin pushing her into morphing so quickly that she barely noticed the pain.

“You’re bleeding.” She ran toward Desi.

Gio jumped forward, his body shifting into his human form in mid-sprint. He grabbed Isabel’s arm, pulling her away from Desi.

“No, Gio. She’s my friend.” Isabel jerked free of his grasp. “He bit you.” She reached for Desi’s face.

Desi lurched back, away from Isabel. “Don’t touch it. It’s… I’ll be fine. I’ve got to get some help.”

“You’re not fine.” Isabel stepped closer.

Again, Desi pulled away. “I will take care of this. I will get help. You need to get to safety. He could come back.”

“Let’s go. Now.” Gio took Isabel’s arm again. “Listen to your friend.”

Isabel wasn’t crazy about the way he said
your friend,
but she understood his hesitancy to trust a witch.

“Let me know you’re all right?” she said to Desi.

Desi nodded, and with that, she slipped into the forest.

Isabel kept pace with Gio’s long steps. She understood his desire to get out of the area.

“We have to talk.”

“When we get back.”

G
io and Isabel
had no sooner arrived at the villa when Isabel pulled him aside, taking his hand and drawing him into the front sitting room. “That talk.”

“Yes,” Gio agreed. “We should. I have a question for you as well.”

Tito approached.

Gio waved him away. “Give us a few.”

Isabel took a deep breath. “I have to know about their mother…”

Gio nodded. “I understand. Vanessa fell victim to a vampire. That vampire. Kristoph.” The way Gio said his name, it was as if uttering a vile curse.

“And you? What about you with this? Were you not fated mates? Did you not lose the one for you?”

“No. We were not fated. Had we been, it would not have been so easy for Kristoph.”

“She went with him?”

“She did.”

Isabel was crushed by the pain this must have caused Gio. Even if Vanessa hadn’t been the one for him, she was the mother of his children.

The set of his jaw dissuaded Isabel from asking anything more. This explained the hatred he had for Kristoph. The vampire took his mate, his children’s mother. Changed his life.

And yet, he seemed to almost hate Vanessa. He didn’t seem to be mourning a mate that he loved. And Isabel feared that the animosity occasionally could trickle down to the children.

“Why do you hate the name Vax?”

“That was his mother’s nickname for him.”

“Ouch.” She reflected on this, on how difficult it must be for the children as well as Gio.

“Don’t be too hard on Vax and Veila, because it’s clear you harbor ill will toward their mother.”

“I—”

Gio didn’t get to finish his sentence. Tito peeked his head in the room. “Federico is back, with the witch, and Isabel’s sister.”

Isabel jumped up. “Thank goodness.” She turned to Gio. “But your question, you never had a chance to ask.”

“Go see your sister, do not fret over my question. There will be time later.”

But there was something in his eyes, a flash of gold, his tiger, speaking to hers. Isabel nodded. “Yes, there will be time later.”

Outside, Isabel wrapped her arms around her sister and her mother. “You’re okay.”

A tall man stepped forward, with dark hair and eyes and broad shoulders. “Isabel. Thank you for your role in this. Thank you.”

Isabel recognized his voice instantly, though she’d only talked to him while he was trapped in the wall. “Tino!” She hugged the man that gazed at her sister with adoration.

Ana would never have to worry about cruelty from this lion shifter with the kind eyes. So much different than the bull shifter, Bruno Vergo.

“We shouldn’t bother the Tiero family anymore,” Mama said. “Shall we return to Rome?”

“Yes,” Ana agreed with Mama. “Get your things, Isabel.”

Gio stepped forward, held his hand out to Mama. “Signora Valenti. I admired your husband.”

“Thank you for everything, Signor Tiero.” Their mother had a regal bearing, even in her wheelchair. “And for the hospitality you’ve shown Isabel while your team assisted Capriana and Cristiano.”

“My pleasure.” Gio turned the charm on.

Mama blushed slightly.

Isabel bit back a smile. She’d always known Gio was so much more than the arrogant alpha he portrayed himself to be.

Gio continued, getting on one knee and looking Mama in the eye. “I hope you'd consider being our guest for dinner this evening. Perhaps spending a few days of relaxation. Federico told me what happened at your home. My security team will handle the cleanup and are visiting with the council on your behalf. My home could be a good place to rest for a few days, until everything is settled.”

He rose to stand.

Mama cleared her throat. “Well, I don’t know if we can stay. We need—”

“And my situation?” Esmerelda raised a sculpted red brow.

“I will personally see to yours,” Gio assured the witch.

Isabel turned to Gio. “That question you had?” Her words were a low whisper.

His eyes gleamed and flashed his tiger’s presence. “Stay.” His tone was firm, though not loud.

Isabel smiled at his ways. Anyone on the outside would assume he was ordering her around, but she could see the need and desperation of his heart, soul, and tiger.

“I'm staying.” Isabel planted her hands her hips.

“What do you mean you're staying?” Mama waved to one of the Tiero security team to push her forward, closer to Isabel.

A grin erupted on Gio’s face.

Isabel took Gio’s hand, twined her fingers with his. “It's not open to discussion. Please send my things.”

Mama's eyes narrowed, her gaze traveling between Gio and Isabel, then finally resting on Gio. “Signor Tiero, let me reconsider my earlier answer. Perhaps a short visit. Maybe a day or two. Then I have to get back to Rome and sell that godforsaken villa that held all of us prisoner.

“Or maybe I'll have it razed and build something better on it. And maybe I can find out what’s on my youngest daughter’s mind while we enjoy your generous offer to stay for a spell. But we did not pack for a stay,” Isabel’s mother said.

“Don’t worry.” Isabel laughed. “You will find anything you need here.”

Ana nodded in agreement, also laughing, clearly remembering the wide assortment of clothing the Tiero family kept on hand for visitors.

* * *

T
hey met
in the dining room. Isabel, Gio, Tito, Mama, Ana, and Cristiano—who insisted he be called Tino. Noticeably absent were the sleeping children, the witch Esmerelda, who said she’d eat in her room, and Federico, who said he wasn’t hungry.

After a light dinner filled with stories of Isabel and Ana’s childhood, as well as Tito and Giovanni’s, with a definite avoidance of the subjects of witches and vampires, the group dispersed, with Mama, Ana, and Cristiano heading toward guest quarters, assisted by the housekeeper.

Isabel was poised to follow her family when Gio took her hand.

“Stay with me tonight.”