Darkness Unleashed (Guardians of Eternity #5)(68)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

This whole being sensible thing sucked.

“Bah,” he managed to croak. “Do you think I have forgotten that you betrayed me at the first opportunity?”

She did another one of those charming pouts. “I will admit I was the teeniest bit annoyed that you condemned me back to my nest after I helped you rescue your friends. Can you blame me?”

A thread of irritation managed to bubble through his raging lust.

“Hell, yes, I can blame you. I was magic-bombed…by a cur.” He pounded a fist against his chest. “Me. Do you know the indignity I will suffer if that little embarrassment gets back to my family?”

“Oh, pooh. Who will tell them?”

“Well, let me think…” He pointed a claw in her direction. “You. You will tell them. What better revenge than to make me a source of mockery among my brethren?”

She studied him with a vacant gaze. “But I would think you were already…” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oops.”

Levet quivered with outrage. “I am already what?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, it was something.” He turned his hand over, allowing a small ball of flame to dance in his palm. “Maybe I should just change you into a toad and be done with it. At least I won’t have to worry about you flapping your lips.”

Rather than trembling in terror, the aggravating pest leaned down to stroke her fingers lightly on the tip of his wings.

“Now, let’s not be hasty, my tiny gargoyle.”

Ohhhhh. It was good. So good.

“I am not tiny,” he denied, his voice strained. “I am majestically petite.”

Her fingers dipped and fondled and caressed.

“I like petite.”

He groaned against his will. “Stop that.”

“Your lips say no, but your wings say yes.”

Levet glanced over his shoulder, realizing the treacherous things were glowing like a neon light in front of a cheap bar.

“Stupid wings.”

“And what about these delectable horns?” Her hands skimmed up to toy with the stunted nubs. “What do they have to say?”

“Bella…” She stroked a particularly tender spot, and his knees nearly gave way. Now this was a sprite who knew the secrets of pleasing a gargoyle. “Oh. Sacrebleu. Where did you learn to do that?”

“Here and there.” She leaned down to lick the tip of one horn. “Do you want to discover what else I’ve learned?”

Eyes rolling back in his head, Levet conceded defeat. No, he leaped headfirst into defeat.

If this was a trap, then screw it.

“Yes. Gods, yes.”

The great philosophers, poets, and playwrights devoted entire lives to revealing the ironies of life.

Jagr had made a study of their works.

He’d intellectually understood their struggles to make sense of a sometimes senseless existence. But there’d always been a part of himself removed from their experiences.

For centuries he had remained distant from society, watching from the shadows and rarely interacting. Shrouded in peace and solitude, he often considered the portrayals of intimate relationships as nothing more than melodramatic drivel.

How could love, or even affection, offer such uncertainty, such confusion, such downright torture?

Now he understood with painful clarity.

Since Regan’s arrival in his world, nothing was the same.

It was like existing in the midst of a whirlwind, he grimly acknowledged, pacing Tane’s bedroom with jerky steps. One moment he was drowning in sensual pleasure, the next he was struggling against the bleak tide of resignation as Regan panicked at the thought of being his mate.

And the next…

The next he was consumed with pure fury as Regan revealed her adventures in stupidity while he’d been locked in Gaynor’s prison.

“You went searching for Sadie without Tane?” he gritted, his voice dripping with ice as he sought to contain his ravaging emotions.

Standing near the door to the bathroom, Regan jerked a brush through her glorious curls, her jaw set in stubborn lines even though she had to know she was in the wrong.

“He was a little too sun-combustible to join me.”

Jagr fiercely refused to remember just how wondrous it had felt to run his fingers though that golden mane.

“Dammit, when you said you found Culligan, I didn’t realize you’d been out roaming the countryside alone.”

The green eyes shimmered with warning. “Because a pureblooded Were can’t take care of herself without a vampire playing bodyguard?”

“Because if something happened to you, it would send me over the edge,” he ground out the brutal truth. “And nothing would bring me back.”

He heard her catch her breath, the brush dropping from her fingers as her defensive expression softened.

“Look, all I intended to do was see if I could track the curs. I had no plans to confront them without Tane and Styx.”

Jagr stilled, struck by the sudden realization that Regan had managed to do what he’d tried and failed to do.

“How did you track them?”

Her lips twitched at the hint of irritation he couldn’t hide.

“Gaynor mentioned Sadie’s obsession with his peanut butter fudge. Once I had the scent, I searched until I ran across it again.”

“Peanut butter fudge?”

“It worked.”

He muttered an ancient curse. “And that’s where you found Culligan?”

“He was chained in the shed.” She shrugged, but it didn’t disguise the lingering revulsion. “When I questioned him, I learned that Gaynor’s portal was weak, and that you were probably being held close to where you disappeared. I decided to take his amulet and see if I could find you.”

Jagr bit back his harsh words. As furious as he might be, he’d rather cut out his tongue than cause Regan unnecessary distress.

“And Duncan?” he instead demanded.

“We stumbled over each other when I left the cabin.”

The thought of the cur not only attacking Regan, but actually holding her captive was enough to make his fangs lengthen and the room fill with a frigid burst of power.

Not bloodlust, just good old-fashioned fury any male would feel at his mate being harmed.

“He could have killed you.”

With an impatient click of her tongue, Regan moved to stand directly before him.

“One more word about me putting myself in danger and we’re done with this conversation, chief.”

Chief. Absurdly, the pet name helped to calm his temper. It reminded him that for all her protests, Regan wasn’t as emotionally detached as she wanted to be.