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It would be easier, and certainly less dangerous, to overlook an erupting volcano.

“Perfect,” he muttered regarding his unexpected guest's bronzed face that had been carved on lean, arrogant lines that was emphasized by his dark hair that was pulled into a tight braid that fell nearly to the back of his knees. He didn't look like he was there to party. Which meant he wanted something from Santiago. Never a good thing. “Could this night get any better?” he muttered.

Styx arched a dark brow. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Share the fact he was no better than a eunuch with his Anasso? He'd rather be gutted.

And, speaking as someone who actually had been gutted, that was saying something.

“I most emphatically do not,” he rasped, shoving open the door to his office and leading his companion inside.

“Thank the gods.” Styx crossed the slate gray carpet, perching on the corner of Santiago's heavy walnut desk. “When I took the gig of Anasso I didn't know I had to become the Vampire Whisperer. I just wanted to poke things with my big sword.”

Santiago veered past the wooden shelves that held the sort of high-tech surveillance equipment that only Homeland Security was supposed to know about, unlocking the door of the sidebar that was set beneath the French Impressionist paintings that were hung on the paneled walls.

“I hope you didn't come here to poke anything with your sword,” he said, pulling out a bottle of Comisario tequila.

“Actually, I need your help.”

“Again?” Santiago poured two healthy shots of the expensive liquor. The last time Styx had said those words the Dark Lord had been threatening to destroy the world and he'd been teamed up with Nefri in an attempt to find the missing prophet. “I thought we'd gone beyond the sky-is-falling to yippee ki yay, everyone back to their neutral corners so we could pretend that we didn't nearly become puppy chow for the hordes of hell?”

Styx hadn't become king just because he was baddest of all bad-asses. He was also frighteningly perceptive.

Narrowing his eyes he studied Santiago's bitter expression with a disturbing intensity.

“Does this have something to do with Nefri and her return to her clan?”

Nope. Not discussing it.

Santiago jerkily moved to shove one of the glasses into Styx's hand.

“Here.”

Briefly distracted, the ancient vampire took a sip of the potent spirit, a faint smile curving his lips.

“From Viper's cellars?”

“Of course.”

Styx's smile widened. Despite being predatory alphas, Styx and Viper (the clan chief of Chicago) had become trusted friends. It was almost as shocking as the fact that vampires and Weres had become allies. At least temporarily.

Which only proved the point that doomsday truly did make for strange bedfellows.

“Does he know you're enjoying his private stash?”

“What he doesn't know . . .” Santiago lifted his glass in a mocking toast before draining the tequila in one swallow. “
Salud
.”

“You know,” Styx murmured, setting aside his glass. “Maybe I should try my hand at Dr. Phil.”

Santiago poured himself another shot.

“You said you needed my help.”

“That was the plan, but you're in a dangerous mood,
amigo
. The kind of mood that gets good vampires dead.”

“I'm fine.” Santiago drained the tequila, savoring the exquisite burn. “Tell me what you want from me.”

There was a long pause before the king at last reached to pull out a dagger that had been sheathed at his hip.

“Do you recognize this?”

“
Dios
.” Santiago dropped his glass as he stared in shock at the ornamental silver blade that was shaped like a leaf with a leather pummel inset with tiny rubies. “A pugio,” he breathed.

“Do you recognize it?”

His short burst of humorless laughter filled the room. Hell yeah, he recognized it. He should. It belonged to his sire, Gaius, who had once been a Roman general.

Centuries ago he'd watched in awe as Gaius had displayed the proper method of killing his prey with the dagger. What a fool he'd been.

Of course, he wasn't entirely to blame.

Like all foundlings, Santiago had awoken as a vampire without memory of his past and only a primitive instinct to survive. But unlike others, he hadn't been left to fend for himself. Oh no. Gaius had been there. Treating him like a son and training him to become his most trusted warrior.

But all that came to an end the night their clan was attacked. Santiago had been away from the lair, but he knew that Gaius had been forced to watch his beloved mate, Dara, burned at the stake. And lost in his grief, Gaius had retreated behind the Veil where he sought the peace they supposedly offered.

Of course, it had all been a load of horseshit.

Gaius had allowed himself to be swayed by the promise of the Dark Lord to return Dara and he'd gone behind the Veil to betray them all.

And as for Santiago . . .

He'd been left behind to endure hell.

Realizing that Styx was studying him with an all too knowing gaze, Santiago slammed the door on his little walk down memory lane.

“Gaius,” he said, his voice flat.

“That's what I suspected.”

“Where was it found?” Santiago frowned as the Anasso hesitated. “Styx?”

Styx tossed the dagger on the desk. “A witch by the name of Sally brought it to me,” he at last revealed. “She claimed that she worked for Gaius.”

“We know he had a witch who helped him along with the curs.” Santiago nodded his head toward the pugio. “And that would seem to confirm she's speaking the truth. Gaius would never leave it lying around.” He returned his gaze to Styx. “What did she want?”

“She said she had been using Gaius's lair in Louisiana to stay hidden in case she was being hunted for her worship of the Dark Lord.”

“More likely she knew that Gaius was dead and decided to help herself to his possessions.”

Again there was that odd hesitation and Santiago felt a chill of premonition inch down his spine.

Something was going on.

Something he wasn't going to like.

“If that was the case then she was in for a disappointment,” Styx said, his expression guarded.

“Disappointment?”

“She says that a week ago she returned to the lair to discover Gaius had returned.”

“No.” Santiago clenched his hands. This was supposed to be over, dammit. The Dark Lord was dead and so was the sire he'd once worshipped. “I don't believe it.”

Something that might have been sympathy flashed through Styx's eyes.

“I didn't either, but Viper was convinced she was speaking the truth. At least, the truth as far as she knows it. It could be that she's being used as a pawn.”

Santiago hissed. His clan chief possessed a talent for reading the souls of humans. If he said she was telling the truth then . . .
dios
.

“I witnessed him coming through the rift with the Dark Lord, but how the hell did he survive the battle?”

“Actually, he only survived in part.”

Santiago struggled against the sensation he was standing on quicksand.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“This Sally said that Gaius was acting strange.”

“He's been acting strange for centuries,” Santiago muttered. “The treacherous bastard.”

“She said that he looked filthy and confused,” Styx continued, his watchful gaze never wavering from Santiago's bitter expression. “And she was certain he didn't recognize her.”

Santiago frowned, more baffled by the claim that Gaius had been filthy than by his supposed confusion.

His sire had always been meticulous. And Santiago's brief glimpse of Gaius's lair beyond the Veil had only emphasized the elder vampire's OCD.

“Was he injured?”

“According to the witch, he looked like he was under a compulsion.”

“Impossible. Gaius is far too powerful to have his mind controlled.”

“It depends on who is doing the controlling,” Styx pointed out. “Sally also said that he was obviously trying to protect something or someone he had hidden in the house.”

With a low curse Santiago shifted his gaze to make sure the door was closed. No need to cause a panic.

“The Dark Lord?”

“No.” Styx gave a firm shake of his head. “The Oracles are certain the Dark Lord is well and truly dead.”

Santiago's stab of relief was offset by Styx's grim expression.

The Dark Lord might be dead, but Styx clearly was afraid something was controlling Gaius.

“You've spoken to the Oracles?”

Styx grimaced. “Unfortunately. Since my first thought was like yours, that he'd managed to salvage some small part of the Dark Lord, I naturally went to the Commission with my fears.”

“And?”

The room suddenly filled with a power that made the lights flicker and the computer monitors shut down.

“And they politely told me to mind my own business.”

He gave a sharp laugh. How many times had Styx been told to mind his own business? Santiago was going with the number zero.

“How many did you kill?”

“None.” Styx's crushing power continued to throb through the room. “My temper is . . .”

“Cataclysmic?” Santiago helpfully offered.

“Healthy,” Styx corrected. “But, I'm not suicidal.”

That was true enough. The King of Vampires might approach diplomacy like a bull in a china cabinet, but he was too shrewd to confront the Commission head-on.

No. He wouldn't challenge the Oracles, but then again, Santiago didn't believe for a second he was going to sit back and meekly obey their command.

Obey
and
Styx
was an oxymoron.

“If this is none of your business, why did you come to me?” he demanded.

“Because Gaius is one of mine, no matter what he's done,” Styx said, his face as hard as granite. “And if he's being controlled by something or someone I want to know what the hell is going on.”

“What about the Oracles?”

“What they don't know . . .” Styx tossed Santiago's words back in his face.

Santiago narrowed his eyes. It was one thing to sneak a bottle of tequila from Viper's cellars and another to piss off the Oracles.

“And you chose me, because?”

“You're the only one capable of tracking Gaius.”

Santiago shook his head. “The bastard did something to mask his scent along with our previous bonding. I don't have any better chance of finding him than you do.”

Styx's smile sent a chill down Santiago's spine. “I have full faith you'll find some way to hunt him down. And, of course, to do it without drawing unnecessary attention.”

Great.

Not only was he being sent on a wild goose-chase, but he was in danger of attracting the lethal anger of the Oracles.

Just what he didn't need.

With his hands on his hips, Santiago glared at his companion.

“So you're not willing to risk the wrath of the Commission, but you're willing to throw me under the bus?”

“Don't be an ass.” Styx allowed his power to slam into Santiago, making him grunt in pain. “If you don't want to do this, then don't. I thought you would be eager for the opportunity to be reunited with your sire.”

Santiago held up a hand in apology.
Mierda
. He truly was on the edge to deliberately goad the King of Vampires.

“You're right, I'm sorry,” he said. And it was true. Styx
was
right. He'd waited centuries for the opportunity to confront his sire. Now he'd been given a second chance. Why wasn't he leaping at the opportunity? “It's . . .” He broke off with a shake of his head.

“Yes?”

“Nothing.” He pulled out his cell phone, concentrating on what needed to be accomplished before he could head out. “I need to contact Tonya to warn her she'll be in charge of the club.”

“Of course.”

“Where's the witch?”

“She's at my lair in Chicago. Roke is keeping an eye on her in case this turns out to be a clever trick.”

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