Slave to the Night (The Brotherhood Series, Book 2) (26 page)

She placed her hand on his arm. "You cannot blame yourself, Elliot."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he recalled Leo's comment about needing to find a purpose and his vehemence for the golden-haired devil.

"He wrote to Alexander. It was delivered a week after his departure." The lump in his throat pounded. "He has gone to Bavaria to seek revenge on the woman responsible for our affliction."

Grace looked horrified. "You think he means to punish her in some way?"

"No. I think he means to kill her. That's why he wrote to Alexander and not to me. He knew what I would do. The bond between us is too strong for me just to sit back and let it happen."

She scrambled into his arms, and he hugged her tight to his chest.

Elliot cursed Leo for his stupidity. But he knew what he had to do.

Grace knew it, too. He could feel her trembling; he could feel fear in her heart.

"You're going after him, aren't you?" Her voice sounded strained. "You're going to go to Bavaria and try to find him?" She looked up at him, her face ashen, her eyes awash with unshed tears. "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you won't go."

Elliot touched his forehead to hers. "I have no choice, Grace. Hell, I don't want to leave you. But I cannot abandon Leo to that monster."

He felt a sudden wave of determination flow through her, watched her straighten as if her spine were a rod of iron. "Then I am coming with you."

"The hell you are. I need to know you're safe else I shall go out of my mind with worry."

She stroked his chest in a seductive rhythm. "Elliot, I have waited my whole life to find you. I am not saying goodbye to you now. Not after all we've been through."

He was a lucky man indeed to have met someone so courageous, so loving, so selfless. But he could not risk losing her.

"No, Grace. It is out of the question. Besides, Alexander is to accompany me."

Her mouth dropped open but then snapped shut as a confident smile formed. "Evelyn will not let Alexander go without her. If Evelyn is going then so am I."

Elliot shook his head to reinforce his position. "You're not thinking clearly. We are talking about a three-week journey, made all the more difficult by the nature of my affliction. My carriage is equipped for such a purpose, but it will be far from comfortable."

Grace cupped his cheek and forced him to look at her. "I would sleep on a bed of nettles if it meant being with you. I just want to be with you."

He lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers.

"You may come with me as far as London," he said. His desire for her made him weak. "Evelyn can stay with you in Portman Square while you await our return."

She came up on her knees and threw her leg across his lap to straddle him. "And what if Evelyn is to accompany Alexander?" She rubbed against him as she claimed his mouth in the wanton way she usually did when testing his resolve.

He had never been a man to fall prey to the cunning wiles of women. But he had never been a man madly in love.

"All right," he said, breaking contact as desire raged through his veins. He imagined being thrown in the stocks while every honourable gentleman in England threw rotten vegetables at him for putting up such a poor fight. "But only on the proviso, Evelyn does accompany Alexander."

"Agreed." She gave a curt nod and a satisfied grin. "We should pack lightly. Thankfully, I'm used to travelling with minimal clothing."

"We can't leave until dusk. I shall be pacing the floor by then."

"Then let us find a way to ease our woes while we wait," she said, moving to nuzzle his neck. Even his despair over Leo couldn't keep his passion for her at bay. Indeed, he was more than ready to spend an hour or two in ignorant bliss.

Three weeks spent worrying about Leo would drive him to the brink of insanity. Perhaps having Grace with him would ease the burden. She could not come as far as Schiltach.

He could not risk her meeting the golden-haired devil.

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Abandoned to the Night

The Brotherhood Series

Book 3

Chapter 1

A tavern in Schiltach, Bavaria, 1820

Leo Devlin stared out of his bedchamber window at the dimly lit street below. The first faint ripples appeared in the puddles, spots of rain that would soon make the muddy thoroughfare impassable.

Peering out over the canopy of fir trees lining the hills before him, he could see the outline of the castle's conical spire thrusting up towards the heavens. He sneered at the irony of it all. Did the Lord know Satan carried out evil atrocities just a short distance from his door?

With the thick black clouds heralding a heavy downpour, the streets were deserted, abandoned. All the wooden shutters on the windows had been closed in anticipation of the storm. His was the only face pressed to the glass, the only one desperate enough not to fear the weather.

The stillness of the night surrounded him, penetrated his clothes to seep into his bones. But his heart had been empty for weeks. Even the fair-haired woman warming his bed had failed to bring the relief he desired.

And he knew who to blame.

Leo glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping maid. It wasn't the first time he had joined with her. But she had been the last woman he'd taken as a mortal man and consequently he had a burning desire to compare the two experiences. Most amorous encounters were barely memorable, but the memory of the night he'd been turned was seared into his brain — up until the moment the devil woman had spoken her mystical words and sent him tumbling into a deep sleep.

The screech of an owl drew his attention back to scanning the desolate road.

Two nights he had waited for her to come to the tavern. He had laid his trap. Like the night she'd sunk her sharp fangs into his neck, he frolicked with buxom wenches, was openly crude, walked the lonely streets with his usual arrogant swagger.

Nothing.

No sign of his quarry.

He contemplated strolling up to the castle and rapping on the door, act the wandering stranger seeking sanctuary after being caught in the unexpected storm. Would her servants notice the sword strapped to his back? Would they question him, be quick enough to stop him exacting his revenge?

With some reluctance, Leo pushed away from the window. A warrior was only as good as the weapon he wielded. He walked over to the crude wooden bed, stretched his arm out under its base, tapping the dusty boards until his hand settled on the cold metal handle. A frisson of excitement coursed through him as he pulled it out from its hiding place.

The weary maid did not stir.

The slicing sound penetrated the silence as he drew the sword from its scabbard. He held it up to parry with an invisible opponent, twisting his hand to examine the way the blade cut through the air with ease. The candle flame flickered on the reflective surface. The beauty of the polished steel forced him to catch his breath. Leo had fought many men. He'd sliced through linen, scratched skin, but had never cut deep into flesh. Calvino tutored in the art of swordsmanship as a sport, not with the intention of using it as a lethal weapon.

It seemed a shame to sully the metal, to spoil it with her tainted blood.

But he would make the devil woman pay for what she had done. He would do whatever it took to prevent her from building an army of night-walking monsters.

The distant rumbling outside forced him to move back to the window. The thunder sounded more like a growling snarl as the first crack of lightning flashed behind the castle's spire.

Had the Bavarian temptress felt his presence? Did she know of his plan; could she feel the depth of his disdain?

Leo tried to listen for threads of her thoughts, but with his mind plagued by feelings of bitterness and resentment he could barely hear his own internal voice.

A flicker in the corner of his eye caught his attention. This time, the rumbling came from the wheels of a carriage. His heart lurched at the familiar sight. He would know the blood-red conveyance and the black team of four, anywhere. It haunted him during his waking hours. If he were able to sleep, he knew it would appear in his nightmares too.

The woman lying sprawled across his bed yawned. "What time is it?"

"Shush." He strode over to her, stroked her cheek, altered his tone as he repeated, "Go back to sleep. Sleep now." He could not risk the maid seeing the sword. She would be quick to regale the tale of the murderous warrior, and he did not want anyone to know of his private business.

"But I'm not tired."

"Shush. You will sleep now. You will sleep until I wake you."

By the time he returned to the window, the carriage had gone. He punched the air in frustration, only stopping when he noticed the grey shadow of a figure hurrying along the street below. Shrouded in a cloak, the person gripped their hood as they battled against the wind.

The pounding in his chest vibrated in his ears, a gasp catching in his throat as a strand of golden hair whipped around the dark material.

She had come for him.

She had read his thoughts; she knew what he had come to do. The need to maintain her dominance and control was important enough to force her to flee her evil domain and brave the harsh elements.

Leo swallowed down the hard lump as she approached the tavern. His hands were shaking; his racing heart caused him to feel dizzy, a little dazed and disorientated. Perhaps he had underestimated his opponent. Perhaps he would be the one to lose his life tonight.

The Marquess of Hartford defeated by a woman?

Never!

Taking deep breaths to calm his agitated spirit, he focused on the importance of his mission. He would avenge his friends, no matter what the cost.

Shrugging into his coat, followed by the leather back harness, he tightened the straps on his shoulders and sheathed his sword before hiding the evidence beneath a full-length cloak.

When she didn't find him sipping his ale would she be bold enough to come up to his room? Then again—

All thoughts suddenly abandoned him. The golden-haired demon walked past the door and continued along the road.

Was it a trap? Was it her intention to lure him away, out into the night? Would she draw him to the graveyard or to another deserted place where she could bare her teeth and control him with her mind?

Either way, he refused to hide in the shadows.

Leo listened for the sensual voice that had once dragged him from the warmth and security of the tavern, the voice that had promised a wealth of pleasure yet delivered nothing but pain. All he could hear was the maid's soft breathing, the muffled din of the rowdy crowd below.

"I'm coming for you," he whispered.

Making his way downstairs, Leo turned his back on the raucous laughter, boisterous antics, and drunken singing. Sneaking out through the back door, he raised the hood of his cloak as he navigated the dark alley. He almost tripped on the stuffed sack until the mound kicked out and delivered a slurred curse.

Slipping out onto the street, he narrowed his gaze, blinking away the droplets of rain clinging to his lashes. He could see her walking ahead. Her strides were quick and purposeful. It took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to charge up to her and take her head clean off her shoulders.

He should have been ashamed to think of harming a woman, let alone in such a callous, vicious way. But the golden temptress was a devil in disguise — not human; she had no heart, no feelings.

When she stopped and rapped on the door of a house, Leo plastered his back against the wall for fear of her spotting him. He waited until she had gone inside before rushing to peer through the tiny gap in the shutters.

Leo didn't know what he expected to find. Perhaps she had woven her mind magic and held some other unsuspecting peer prisoner, her slave to command. Perhaps she was the thirteenth member of a coven and now sat amongst twelve other witches deciding who would be their next victim.

As he gazed through the diamond-shaped hole in the shutter, he almost stumbled back in shock.

Two things disturbed him deeply.

The devil woman had removed her cape. With her hair no longer hidden, the golden tresses hung in glorious waves down her back. She sat in the chair by the fire as a group of children gathered round. One jumped up onto her lap and hugged her tightly.

"And how did you get that bruise?" she said to a boy who pushed to the front to show her his knee.