This time she couldn't hide her horror. "Don't."
Without warning his arms were about her and she found herself hauled tightly to his chest. She should have protested, but it just felt so damned good to be held.
Even if it was Viper's arms around her.
"Shay... I will protect you," he whispered close to her ear. 'That I promise."
Leaning back she was about to say something.
Something that was quite thoroughly forgotten as he leaned forward to cover her lips in a kiss that melted her to her very toes.
The house in the elegant neighborhood north of Chicago was a testament to conspicuous consumption. Large enough to house a good size army, it was stuffed from basement to attic with rare works of art and priceless treasures.
Still, Shay was rather startled to discover that for all the echoing grandeur and lovely artifacts it managed to possess a sense of warmth.
Well, perhaps not so surprising, she acknowledged as she glanced at the woman walking at her side. There was something very down to earth and comforting about Abby. It was, more than her casual jeans and T-shirt, or her ready smile. There was a natural ease about her that managed to thaw even Shay's tension. Not at all what she would have suspected from the Phoenix, a bane of demons everywhere.
Thankfully oblivious to Shay's simmering amazement, Abby pushed open the door to the library and motioned Shay within.
"You should find something here that will tempt you," she murmured.
Shay stepped over the threshold and came to a stunned halt. When Abby had requested to know how she spent her time Shay had casually mentioned her love for books. Of course, Abby had instantly been on her feet to lead Shay to their library. She seemed oddly anxious to please her guest. Especially considering that Viper had so high-handedly dumped her onto the doorstep like a bit of unwanted trash.
"My God, it's beautiful," she breathed.
And it was.
The ceiling towered three stories above with a vast chandelier that cast a muted light on the hundreds and hundreds of leather-bound books. On each floor was a walkway to frame the endless shelves, and in the main room was a heavy walnut desk and matching leather wing chairs set beside a fireplace.
Abby chuckled at her unmistakable awe.
"Believe me, if Dante had his way the entire house would be overrun with books. It's only with grim determination that I keep most of them confined to this room."
Shay moved forward to better appreciate the scent of aged leather. Ah. It was a little bit of heaven.
"He must have been collecting these a very long time," she murmured.
"Over four hundred years." Abby stepped forward to open a small cabinet set into the shelves. "If you would prefer a magazine you can find them here."
Shay instinctively stepped from her companion. Almost as if she expected a blow. She had spent years being a slave. She didn't know how the hell to be a guest.
"Thank you."
Straightening Abby sent her a curious gaze. "Are you afraid of me because I'm the Phoenix? I promise you I won't hurt you."
Shay twisted her hands together, embarrassed that her discomfort was so obvious.
"I... Viper should not have forced me upon you."
"Forced you on me?" Stepping forward Abby took Shay's hands in her own. Her skin was warmer than a normal human's, as if the spirit she carried within her spilled out with a gentle aura. It was the only indication that Abby was not quite normal, unless one counted the startling blue eyes that were the true mark of the Phoenix. With a smile, Abby gave her hands a small squeeze. "Surely Viper told you that I particularly sent Dante over to invite you to visit me? I have been longing to have you here."
Shay ducked her head in confusion. "Why?"
Thankfully, Abby seemed to understand. "As much as I adore Dante, I miss the companionship of another woman."
"You must have friends."
Abby heaved a faint sigh. "No, not really,"
Shay abruptly lifted her head, realizing her words had been utterly thoughtless.
"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't think about you being the Chalice..."
"It's not that, although it doesn't help to be considered a goddess by some." Abby smiled wryly. "To be brutally honest, I've never really had any friends."
"All humans have friends."
"Not all." Abby grimaced, as if recalling bad memories. Then, with an obvious effort the smile returned to her lips. "So, no more of this nonsense about being forced on me. I'm delighted to have you here."
The last of Shay's anxiety melted beneath her kindness. It was simply impossible to be self-conscious and awkward with this woman.
"Thank you," she said as a wide, genuine smile curved her lips.
Abby gave a startled blink, stepping back to regard Shay with an oddly bemused expression.
"Good God, no wonder Viper looks as if he has been struck by lightning," she breathed.
"What?"
"You're gorgeous, but then you already know that."
Shay blinked. "You're being ridiculous."
"Have you looked in a mirror? If I weren't already mated, I would be jealous as hell."
Wondering if Abby was teasing her, or if she were simply attempting to be kind, Shay gave a restless shake of her head.
"I'm half demon."
"And Viper and Dante are full demon. Are you going to tell me you don't think they're beautiful?"
Well, hell. That was a loaded question.
Not only would a female have to be deranged not to think the two vampires were all sorts of yummy goodness, but this woman was married to one of them.
Shay had never had many friends, but she did know that it was bad form to imply that there was something less than perfect in their mate.
"Dante is very handsome," she conceded.
Abby gave a lift of her brows. "And Viper?"
"He's a pain in the ass."
"At times," Abby readily agreed. Her head tilted to the side.
"You know I was furious when I discovered that he had bought you from that horrid slave trader. I couldn't believe that he would do such a thing after you had saved his life."
Well, thank freaking God.
At least someone understood her outrage.
"Trust me, neither could I."
"But now, I must admit, I begin to wonder if his intentions were entirely selfish."
"Well, he most certainly didn't do it out of the kindness of his heart," Shay felt compelled to point out.
"Perhaps not entirely. He is after all a vampire." She gave a chuckle. "But, I do think that you intrigued him enough that he felt compelled to seek you out."
Shay gave an unconscious shiver. She agreed that she had intrigued Viper. Just not for the reasons a woman wanted to intrigue a man.
"I'm the last Shalott. Vampires have been hunting us since the beginning of time."
"That might be true, but you don't look like you've been too harshly abused."
Shay could have lied and pointed out that as a demon she healed with remarkable speed, but it would have been grossly unfair.
Viper had treated her with a tenderness that was as unnerving as it was unexpected. And even if she couldn't entirely trust that he wouldn't abruptly become the monster she dreaded, she had no reason for complaints.
"He has made... certain promises," she admitted.
"Ah."
What the ah meant Shay was never destined to discover as the door to the library was pushed open and a tall, raven-haired vampire entered the room.
"Sorry to intrude, my love, but Viper has returned," Dante murmured with an apologetic smile.
Shay stiffened, her stomach clenching with dread. To have returned so swiftly could only mean he couldn't dig up any information of value.
"Already?"
Dante glanced toward his wife. "He has brought with him a witch."
It was Abby's turn to stiffen. "He brought a witch to this house?"
Dante lifted his hands in a helpless motion. "He swears she is here to help Shay find the truth of her curse."
There was a tense moment before Abby turned to regard Shay with, a searching gaze.
"Do you wish to meet with her?"
Shay licked her dry lips. She better than anyone understood Abby's distaste for witches. Nothing like a near-death experience to bring people together.
Still, she had to trust that Viper knew what he was doing.
Dammit.
"I suppose I should"
As if sensing the effort the words had taken, Abby gave her hands a gentle squeeze.
"Don't worry. We'll be with you."
Chapter Twelve
Styx was waiting in the lower caverns when Damocles strolled in through the darkness and moved toward the scrying pool.
As always Styx felt a surge of disgust for the flamboyant imp. Despite the bare rock and muddy floor the fool was attired in a rich, velvet robe that was heavily embroidered with golden thread. Even his hair was carefully arranged and threaded with those ridiculous leaves that filled the air with an annoying sound of bells. But it was more than his frivolous clothes and mocking manner that made Styx grit his teeth. The demon had brought nothing but misery and grief in his wake.