She was clearly enjoying some afterglow from a recent bite or perhaps more by the look of her tousled appearance.
“Where’s Angel?”
She looked up with a facetious smile. “Well, hello to you, too.”
“I’m not in the mood for your flippant attitude. Where the hell is she? I know you had something to do with this.”
“I only did what I was told.” She tossed her head back with a smug grin. “Your little mistress is not here. Don’t feel bad, darling. I can give you what you need. I’d give up all the men on Dunalino just for you.”
Savaant couldn’t miss the fresh mark on her neck. He wondered which male had indulged her this time. The thought of bedding the wretched woman forced a revolting taste into his mouth.
“Have you seen Blade? Seems he’s gone missing, too.”
Putting a finger to her chin, she looked up. Feigned innocence filled her amber-colored eyes.
“Hm, have I seen Blade? Now that’s an interesting question. What would you give for such valuable information? Perhaps a little bite?”
Ire welled inside. He’d been tracking them all day until losing the trail in the watery sand and he wasn’t at all in the mood for her games. Clutching her wrist, he glared at her and spoke through clenched teeth.
“I’ll give you nothing except a fast boat off the island. If you want to continue enjoying the pleasure of whoever left that ugly mark, you best tell me where my woman is!”
With a huff, she yanked her hand away, then reluctantly pointed down the coastline toward the setting sun. “Blade went looking for her a while ago. He went that way.”
Savaant studied her for a brief moment in disgust. “Angel was right about you.” Turning on his heels, he resumed jogging along the shoreline, continually scanning the area for Angel. He couldn’t see any footprints and realized Blade was carefully covering his tracks. He heard Ciara call after him.
“You’ll be sorry, Savaant! The next time Blade takes me I’m going to return his bite and become a blood-dragon, too!”
Blade! Of all the men on Dunalino, I never figured he’d be one to take up with the likes of her.
Her threat meant nothing to him. She’d never attain the same power as Angel or Sage—who would soon be free. He felt confident Angel would take her in. Under their protection nobody could harm her. And Angel would possess the highest authority as his soul mate.
Ciara was a fool to challenge them. Doing so would be her undoing. No doubt she considered herself worthy enough to rise to their level. However, she couldn’t be more wrong. One uninvited touch to Angel would be the end of Ciara. He doubted it would go that far because once he solved this mess, she’d be on a boat to hell.
* * * *
Angel crouched behind a huge mound of boulders with Sage, who seemed unusually calm considering their predicament.
“Sage,” she whispered, “when Blade challenged my ability to cope with Dunalino, I didn’t think he meant this. What happened to the rule of no violence?”
“Savaant did mention they’d want your blood, didn’t he?”
Angel nodded. “He also said I’d be protected.”
“Well,” she whispered in return, “we do have the rule, but not everyone obeys it. If they choose to attack they’ll be cast off the island and back into society. They won’t find easy acceptance in the outside world. Only foolish men obsessed with their own desire would take such a risk.”
“Seems Ciara found a few willing souls.” Angel inched closer to steal a look at the men prowling a few feet away. “I feel a bit vulnerable out here alone with just a silly robe on.”
Sage shot her a quirky look. “One…you could never look silly. Two…you’re not alone. You have me.”
“How can two little women fight off a pack of-of whatever they are?”
“Let’s just wait and see if they have the guts to attack.” She patted Angel’s hand. “They’re nothing more than lusty, mortal men.”
Angel wondered how a petite
“Where’s Angel?”
She looked up with a facetious smile. “Well, hello to you, too.”
“I’m not in the mood for your flippant attitude. Where the hell is she? I know you had something to do with this.”
“I only did what I was told.” She tossed her head back with a smug grin. “Your little mistress is not here. Don’t feel bad, darling. I can give you what you need. I’d give up all the men on Dunalino just for you.”
Savaant couldn’t miss the fresh mark on her neck. He wondered which male had indulged her this time. The thought of bedding the wretched woman forced a revolting taste into his mouth.
“Have you seen Blade? Seems he’s gone missing, too.”
Putting a finger to her chin, she looked up. Feigned innocence filled her amber-colored eyes.
“Hm, have I seen Blade? Now that’s an interesting question. What would you give for such valuable information? Perhaps a little bite?”
Ire welled inside. He’d been tracking them all day until losing the trail in the watery sand and he wasn’t at all in the mood for her games. Clutching her wrist, he glared at her and spoke through clenched teeth.
“I’ll give you nothing except a fast boat off the island. If you want to continue enjoying the pleasure of whoever left that ugly mark, you best tell me where my woman is!”
With a huff, she yanked her hand away, then reluctantly pointed down the coastline toward the setting sun. “Blade went looking for her a while ago. He went that way.”
Savaant studied her for a brief moment in disgust. “Angel was right about you.” Turning on his heels, he resumed jogging along the shoreline, continually scanning the area for Angel. He couldn’t see any footprints and realized Blade was carefully covering his tracks. He heard Ciara call after him.
“You’ll be sorry, Savaant! The next time Blade takes me I’m going to return his bite and become a blood-dragon, too!”
Blade! Of all the men on Dunalino, I never figured he’d be one to take up with the likes of her.
Her threat meant nothing to him. She’d never attain the same power as Angel or Sage—who would soon be free. He felt confident Angel would take her in. Under their protection nobody could harm her. And Angel would possess the highest authority as his soul mate.
Ciara was a fool to challenge them. Doing so would be her undoing. No doubt she considered herself worthy enough to rise to their level. However, she couldn’t be more wrong. One uninvited touch to Angel would be the end of Ciara. He doubted it would go that far because once he solved this mess, she’d be on a boat to hell.
* * * *
Angel crouched behind a huge mound of boulders with Sage, who seemed unusually calm considering their predicament.
“Sage,” she whispered, “when Blade challenged my ability to cope with Dunalino, I didn’t think he meant this. What happened to the rule of no violence?”
“Savaant did mention they’d want your blood, didn’t he?”
Angel nodded. “He also said I’d be protected.”
“Well,” she whispered in return, “we do have the rule, but not everyone obeys it. If they choose to attack they’ll be cast off the island and back into society. They won’t find easy acceptance in the outside world. Only foolish men obsessed with their own desire would take such a risk.”
“Seems Ciara found a few willing souls.” Angel inched closer to steal a look at the men prowling a few feet away. “I feel a bit vulnerable out here alone with just a silly robe on.”
Sage shot her a quirky look. “One…you could never look silly. Two…you’re not alone. You have me.”
“How can two little women fight off a pack of-of whatever they are?”
“Let’s just wait and see if they have the guts to attack.” She patted Angel’s hand. “They’re nothing more than lusty, mortal men.”
Angel wondered how a petite
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