Darkness Unleashed (26 page)

She’d made up her mind.

And for the first time, perhaps in her entire life, it felt absolutely, completely right.

Jogging down the street without her purse, without her keys to her apartment, or even her cell phone, Regan headed directly south. She didn’t know the precise location of Jagr’s lair, but Darcy had mentioned the neighborhood, so she at least had a general idea of where she was going.

Of course, a general idea in a city the size of Chicago still meant hours wasted zigzagging through dingy, trash-lined streets, not to mention teaching the occasional mugger the dangers of messing with a pureblood on a mission.

Just when she was beginning to wonder if Jagr had moved, or even left town, she caught the faint trace of cold power.

Slowing her rapid pace, Regan angled across the eerily empty street toward the abandoned warehouse.

Jagr was near.

Even if she couldn’t sense his presence, she would know by the fact there wasn’t so much as a mouse willing to stray near the place. No doubt it had something to do with the whole
Night of the Living Dead
vibe.

Perfect for keeping away unwanted guests.

Like her?

The dispiriting thought had barely passed through her mind when the temperature abruptly plunged, and a low, familiar voice floated on the air.

“Lose your way, Regan?”

Spinning around, Regan could see nothing but abandoned cars and empty Dumpsters. Jagr was there, but he’d cloaked himself in those damned vampire shadows.

Why couldn’t she have some of those freaking Romulan powers?

Warning herself to be patient, Regan ignored the biting need to see him, and spoke in his general direction.

“Yeah, I think I did,” she said softly. “I was hoping that I could find someone to give me directions.”

“In this neighborhood, you’re more likely to get your throat slit. If you want to slum, you should find a less dangerous place.”

His voice was cool, distant, but Regan’s heart warmed with joy. God, just knowing he was near gave her more happiness than she’d had in a month.

“I’m not afraid.”

“You should be.” She sensed him move, slowly circling her like a predator on the hunt. “Around here, things really do go bump in the night.”

She stood perfectly still, refusing to show unease. She might be a bit slow (okay, a lot slow), but the one thing she was absolutely certain of was that Jagr would never harm her.

“Things like vampires?”

“Among other demons.”

Regan shrugged. “Then I should fit right in.”

“I thought you’d decided to live like a human.”

She frowned at his mocking words. “How do you know I’ve been living like a human?”

His soft laugh tingled down her spine and clenched her stomach with a surge of awareness.

“You can’t be naïve enough to believe that Styx hasn’t had a guard keeping constant watch on you.”

“Impossible,” she breathed, refusing to admit just how much time she’d spent at her window searching for some hint of Jagr, or hell, even Darcy. “I would have sensed if a vampire was near.”

“Not all of Styx’s servants are demons.”

“Humans?”

“Some of Chicago’s finest.”

Her surprise that the arrogant Styx would lower himself to deal with mere humans was overshadowed by a hypocritical flare of annoyance.

Okay, she might have been hurt by the thought that she’d been so easily forgotten, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be spied on.

“How dare he?” Unable to see Jagr, she glared at the nearest Dumpster. “I’m not one of his Almighty’s subjects.”

“No, but you are family, and for all we know Caine is still plotting to capture you.” His voice sounded closer, as if he were circling ever closer to her. “Darcy would neuter him if something happened to you.”

“And he’s been reporting my every moment to you?” she accused.

“He mentioned that you had a job and apartment the last time we met. Nothing more.”

She bit her lip at his dismissive tone. Christ. Had she made a terrible mistake coming here? Maybe Jagr had decided his life was a whole lot better without her driving him nuts. And who the hell could blame him?

“So…you spend a lot of time with Styx and Darcy?”

“More than I expected,” he said dryly.

“Oh.” She was struck by a sudden thought. “Are you being punished for not forcing me back to Chicago?”

“I suppose that’s a matter of opinion.” There was a short pause. “He’s requested that I become one of his Ravens.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “A Raven?”

“You can’t be more shocked than I was.”

Regan shook her head. She wasn’t shocked. She was horrified.

“Are you considering his offer?”

“Yes.” His voice came directly in front of her.

Concern tightened her muscles. “Darcy said the Ravens are sent to keep the vampires and other demons in line. Like some sort of uber enforcer.”

“That’s part of the duties.”

If she could have seen him, she might have punched him for at his cavalier tone.

From what little she’d learned from her sister, the Ravens were Styx’s private Secret Service, and regularly risked their lives at the command of the king.

Jagr was supposed to be a scholar. A recluse. A vampire who was too smart to go around looking for trouble.

“It sounds dangerous.”

“What’s life without a little danger?”

“Safe?” she gritted.

“Every day is a gamble. Something I forgot along the way,” he said, not hiding his self-derision. “And at least this way, I’ll always be on my guard.”

“Jagr…” Her words broke off in frustration. “Dammit, why are you hiding from me?”

“I’m trying to decide if you’re friend or foe.”

She flinched at the smooth response. “I’ve never been your foe.”

“No? I distinctly recall you threatening to shove a stake up my ass.”

She remembered, too.

Vividly.

It had been during their first encounter and at the time, she had only wanted to be rid of him.

Now…

Now her heart ached to hold him in her arms for an eternity.

“I’ve warned you that I’m not very smart.”

She thought she heard a low hiss at her words. “Why are you here, Regan?”

Knowing that this was it, her one chance to make it right, Regan spoke the words that seared across her heart.

“Because I love you.”

Jagr was centuries old.

He’d watched nations rise and fall. He’d witnessed plagues, fire, and war sweep around the world, decimating everything in its path. He’d endured torture and bloody battles that would turn any demon’s stomach.

But nothing had shattered him.

Not until Regan breathed those soft words.

His powers faltered, shredding his protective shadows and lowering his icy barriers to allow the full force of Regan’s presence to slam into him.

With a soft groan he savored the midnight jasmine that washed over him.

Over the past month he’d waged an endless war to keep himself from tracking her down and haunting her every step.

It was a vampire’s instinct to keep his mate close. Hell, there’d been a time when vampires would hold a reluctant mate prisoner in their lair.

Only the knowledge that his lurking presence might infuriate her into leaving Chicago altogether kept him away.

That, and Styx’s constant assurances that she was well guarded and seemingly content in her new life.

Now he stepped close enough to allow her precious heat to warm his frozen heart.

“What did you say?” he rasped, his gaze drinking in her pale, golden beauty.

She licked her lips in a nervous gesture. “Have your advanced years made you hard of hearing?”

“Regan.”

She sighed at his warning tone. “I said I love you.”

He trembled, desperate to believe.

“Why?”

“Do I have to bring up that whole being stupid thing again?”

He ignored her teasing, needing to be certain.

He couldn’t survive losing her again.

“Tell me why.”

Without warning she moved forward, her hands lifting to frame his face.

“I love you because you’re strong and loyal and tender and honorable.”

He shuddered at her gentle touch, his too-long suppressed hunger not giving a damn if she were sincere or not.

“And?”

“Sexy as hell.”

He groaned. She wasn’t helping.

“And?”

The emerald eyes darkened with all the emotion he’d been seeking. “And when I’m with you, I’m whole again.”

His meager restraint snapped. She was here. She said she loved him.

What more did he need?

Leaning down, he claimed her lips in a near savage kiss.

“Regan.”

“I’ve missed you, chief,” she whispered against his mouth, her breath catching as he abruptly jerked her off her feet and cradled her against his chest. “What are you doing?”

Without hesitation, Jagr headed into the empty warehouse. “What I should have done the minute you rammed into my life.”

She snorted, but a pleased smile curved her lips. “Very caveman of you. And for your information, any ramming was done by you.”

Wicked need curled through his stomach at her intentionally provocative words.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, little one,” he growled.

A delicious blush touched her cheeks. “Promises, promises.”

Oh, they were going to be more than promises, he silently vowed.

He was going to put her in his bed and savor her for the next millennium.

Reaching the middle of the decrepit building, Jagr bent down to tug aside the heavy trapdoor. Then, holding Regan tight in his arms, he stepped off the edge and fell the six feet to the tunnel beneath.

He landed without jarring the woman in his arms, and with long strides headed down the narrow tunnel, muttering curses as he was forced to halt at the heavy steel doors that guarded his lair.

As he disarmed the various locks, hexes, and sensors, Regan choked back a laugh.

“Yow. Paranoid much?”

“Better safe than sorry.” His gaze swept over her precious face. He would go to any lengths to protect this woman. His woman. “Especially now.”

Stepping over the threshold, Jagr slammed the door shut and used his powers to fill the long room with light. Regan gasped at the dozen rows of shelves that were overflowing with leather-bound books. It was only a small portion of his collection. The fragile and rarest manuscripts were kept in a vault beneath his lair. Soon he intended to share his priceless treasures with his mate.

Soon, but not now.

Ignoring her attempts to catch a glimpse at the numerous framed maps that lined the steel walls, he passed into his most private rooms, not surprised by her startled expression as she caught sight of the high-tech computer system that consumed one corner of the carpeted room, and the plasma TV angled toward the sectional couch.

Most who met him assumed he must live in a dungeon, complete with chains.

“Wait, Jagr, I want to see…”

He cut off her words with a brief, desperate kiss. “Later.”

“But…”

He kissed her again. Longer. Deeper.

“Much later,” he whispered, pulling back to watch in satisfaction as her eyes darkened with ready passion.

Reaching the back of the lair, he pressed open the thick door to his bedroom and crossed directly to the low, wide bed draped in gold satin sheets and a thick fur cover. On the walls, twelfth century tapestries glowed in the candlelight, hiding the heavy cabinets that held his lethal collection of daggers, swords, spears, and handguns.

Not exactly the most romantic setting, but Regan didn’t seem to notice as she smiled up at him with a slow, wicked temptation.

Bracing one knee on the edge of the bed, he bent over her and tugged the ribbon from her hair. Flames licked through his blood as he threaded his fingers through the golden strands, his gaze skimming over her slender curves.

“Blessed gods, you are so beautiful.”

Her smile widened as she reached up, and with unexpected strength, ripped the T-shirt from his body.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the scars that crisscrossed his torso.

He shuddered, his fangs extending and his body hardening in all the right places.

“I’ve always heard that love is blind. Now I’m certain of it.”

“Don’t play coy.” Her fingers trailed a path of fire down the hard planes of his stomach, popping the button of his jeans and easing down the zipper. Jagr growled in approval. She was a woman in charge. And he liked it. “You know very well you make women all hot and bothered.”

Him?

Well, hell. If she wanted to believe he was some sort of babe magnet, then so be it.

Kicking off his heavy boots, Jagr rid himself of the jeans and climbed on the bed to pull Regan into his arms.

He had once cursed a fate that offered nothing but cruelty and stark loneliness. Now he could only marvel at his extraordinary stroke of fortune.

Skimming his hands over her warm, deliciously shaped body, he removed her far too short shorts and far too tight shirt, briefly appreciating the matching bra and panties before they too were tossed onto the floor.

Once she was exposed in all her glory, he forced himself to slow his pace, his fingers savoring the sensation of her smooth, ivory skin.

“Are you all hot and bothered?” he husked.

Her arms lifted to circle around his neck, her breath unsteady as his roaming fingers stroked up the curve of her breast.

“I’m getting there.”

Lowering his head, he brushed his lips down the line of her nose, then gently teased the corner of her mouth.

“Regan, you’re certain?” he forced himself to ask. “Once we’re mated, I won’t be able to let you go.”

Painful regret flared through her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Jagr.”

“There’s no need for apologies. You did what you needed to do.”

“No, I was big, freaking coward.” She grimaced. “I wasn’t proving I could make it on my own. I was running from my feelings because they terrified me.”

He pulled back with a frown. “Terrified?”

“I know how to be alone. I’m pretty good at it.” A wistful smile touched her lips as her hands glided down his back. “I don’t know anything about being a mate or sister.”