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her lust for power.
“It could have caused her obsession.”
“Oui.” Levet held Damon’s troubled gaze. “And your own.”
A strangled groan was ripped from Damon’s throat. “God. What have I done?”
Chapter 6
Under other circumstances Damon might have been relieved to discover that his family had been controlled by the magic of a demon lord. After all, it was preferable to believe that it was the medallion that had made his father an abusive bastard, and his mother a demented lunatic, and himself a . . . a selfish idiot who might very well destroy the world.
A sound of acute pain was wrenched from his throat.
It didn’t matter how he’d come to this point in time.
All that was important was making sure that the Weres were protected from destruction.
With an effort he forced himself out of his fog of grief, grimly squaring his shoulders as he glared at the miniature demon at his side.
“We can’t let this happen.”
“We?” The gray eyes widened, the delicate wings fluttering in obvious agitation. “I have done nothing but attempt to halt your reckless quest.”
Damon clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to give the gargoyle a good shake. The tiny bastard was right.
Damon had no one to blame but himself.
“Fine. I can’t let this happen,” he said between clenched teeth. “And you have to help me.”
The gargoyle was shaking his head before Damon stopped speaking. “I told you; I do not possess enough power to defeat the magic of a demon lord.”
Damon growled. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. His gaze shifted to the slender piece of wood sputtering tiny sparks that Levet clutched in his hands.
“Then use the damned wand,” Damon commanded.
“This?” Levet scowled. “But we do not know what it would do.”
Damon shook his head in disbelief. The Weres were facing genocide and the stupid gargoyle was worried about something bad happening?
“What can it hurt?”
Levet’s eyes widened, as if he were astonished by the simple question. “What could it hurt?” He clicked his tongue. “ Mon Dieu . You know nothing of magic. It could destroy us all.”
“Give it to me,” Damon snarled, reaching for the wand. The Weres were going to die unless he did something.
“ Non. Do not.” Levet scampered backward, ridiculously smacking Damon with the slender wand.
Damon barely felt the blow against his forearm, but before he could pluck the magical stick from the gargoyle, the mist abruptly thickened, and once again they were being whisked through the darkness.
Shit.
How much worse could it get?
Not at all anxious to find out, Damon struggled to keep his balance as he felt his feet land against the frozen ground.
This time there was no gradual clearing of the mist that surrounded them.
One second it was there, and the next it was gone.
Warily, Damon glanced around the moonlit field coated in newly fallen snow before shifting his attention toward the distant river that looked vaguely familiar.
“What have you done?” he snapped, braced for whatever might be coming.
Levet turned in a slow circle, his tail stuck straight out behind him. “I have brought us back to where we started.”
The creature sounded as unnerved as Damon felt, but after slowly counting to a hundred he finally accepted that he wasn’t going to be forced to endure yet another out-of-body experience.
Immediately his attention turned toward the golden artifact that remained warm against the palm of his hand.
“There has to be a way to destroy the medallion,” he snarled.
Levet grimaced, his expression troubled as if he had been struck by an unpleasant thought. “In the past the demon lord attempted to use Salvatore’s blood to gain entry into this world.”
Damon glanced down at his naked body, belatedly realizing that his various wounds had yet to fully heal. A sickening horror jolted through him.
“It’s feeding off my blood?”
The gargoyle gave a slow nod. “I believe so.”
Damon
“It could have caused her obsession.”
“Oui.” Levet held Damon’s troubled gaze. “And your own.”
A strangled groan was ripped from Damon’s throat. “God. What have I done?”
Chapter 6
Under other circumstances Damon might have been relieved to discover that his family had been controlled by the magic of a demon lord. After all, it was preferable to believe that it was the medallion that had made his father an abusive bastard, and his mother a demented lunatic, and himself a . . . a selfish idiot who might very well destroy the world.
A sound of acute pain was wrenched from his throat.
It didn’t matter how he’d come to this point in time.
All that was important was making sure that the Weres were protected from destruction.
With an effort he forced himself out of his fog of grief, grimly squaring his shoulders as he glared at the miniature demon at his side.
“We can’t let this happen.”
“We?” The gray eyes widened, the delicate wings fluttering in obvious agitation. “I have done nothing but attempt to halt your reckless quest.”
Damon clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to give the gargoyle a good shake. The tiny bastard was right.
Damon had no one to blame but himself.
“Fine. I can’t let this happen,” he said between clenched teeth. “And you have to help me.”
The gargoyle was shaking his head before Damon stopped speaking. “I told you; I do not possess enough power to defeat the magic of a demon lord.”
Damon growled. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. His gaze shifted to the slender piece of wood sputtering tiny sparks that Levet clutched in his hands.
“Then use the damned wand,” Damon commanded.
“This?” Levet scowled. “But we do not know what it would do.”
Damon shook his head in disbelief. The Weres were facing genocide and the stupid gargoyle was worried about something bad happening?
“What can it hurt?”
Levet’s eyes widened, as if he were astonished by the simple question. “What could it hurt?” He clicked his tongue. “ Mon Dieu . You know nothing of magic. It could destroy us all.”
“Give it to me,” Damon snarled, reaching for the wand. The Weres were going to die unless he did something.
“ Non. Do not.” Levet scampered backward, ridiculously smacking Damon with the slender wand.
Damon barely felt the blow against his forearm, but before he could pluck the magical stick from the gargoyle, the mist abruptly thickened, and once again they were being whisked through the darkness.
Shit.
How much worse could it get?
Not at all anxious to find out, Damon struggled to keep his balance as he felt his feet land against the frozen ground.
This time there was no gradual clearing of the mist that surrounded them.
One second it was there, and the next it was gone.
Warily, Damon glanced around the moonlit field coated in newly fallen snow before shifting his attention toward the distant river that looked vaguely familiar.
“What have you done?” he snapped, braced for whatever might be coming.
Levet turned in a slow circle, his tail stuck straight out behind him. “I have brought us back to where we started.”
The creature sounded as unnerved as Damon felt, but after slowly counting to a hundred he finally accepted that he wasn’t going to be forced to endure yet another out-of-body experience.
Immediately his attention turned toward the golden artifact that remained warm against the palm of his hand.
“There has to be a way to destroy the medallion,” he snarled.
Levet grimaced, his expression troubled as if he had been struck by an unpleasant thought. “In the past the demon lord attempted to use Salvatore’s blood to gain entry into this world.”
Damon glanced down at his naked body, belatedly realizing that his various wounds had yet to fully heal. A sickening horror jolted through him.
“It’s feeding off my blood?”
The gargoyle gave a slow nod. “I believe so.”
Damon
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