My Lord Eternity (Immortal Rogues #2)(41)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

He was far from certain that he was strong enough to fend him off for long.

"I fear that I cannot accommodate you. I have rather pressing business to attend to."

Amadeus merely smiled with cruel amusement. "So it would seem."

"It is not too late." Lucien continued, desperate to keep the vampire off guard long enough to give Jocelyn a chance for freedom. "We can return to the Veil together."

"Fool. I am beyond the petty rules of the Council. I will never return."

"You will return or die."

Amadeus moved toward him, his expression one of icy determination. "One of us will certainly die."

Lucien backed into the table and heard Jocelyn stir. "Lucien?" she whispered.

Clutching the dagger, he struggled to clear his throbbing fear. It took a moment before he was able to at last reach out and touch her mind with his own.

"Jocelyn, lay still," he urged as he carefully shifted so that he could use the dagger to slice through the ropes that bound her. Still keeping his gaze upon the vampire moving ever closer, he helped her to sit upright. "Can you move?"

"I think so."

"Then get behind me."

With awkward stiffness she half tumbled off the table and scurried behind his form. At the same moment Amadeus gave a grating laugh.

"You surely do not believe I will allow the Medallion to leave, do you, Lucien? I will kill her before I allow that to happen."

Lucien once again reached out with his thoughts. "Jocelyn, listen to me carefully."

"What?" she replied in the same manner.

"I want you to run from here as fast as you can. There is a horse waiting in the trees. Return to London and find Gideon Ravel. He will protect you."

"No. I will not leave you."

He gritted his teeth as the vampire neared. "Then we both will die. I cannot protect you and fight Amadeus at the same moment."

"No."

"Jocelyn, do as I say. The Medallion must be protected."

"I do not care."

"You will do this, Jocelyn."

"I cannot."

"Please, Jocelyn, I need you to be strong. You will do this for me."

"I—" There was a reluctant pause. "Very well."

Easily realizing that Lucien was plotting Jocelyn’s escape, Amadeus narrowed his gaze.

"Do not be a fool, Lucien. If you do not want the wench to die, then return her to the table."

"If… if you insist." Lucien slumped his shoulders as he turned toward Jocelyn, then with swift motions he was violently pushing her toward the door. "Run, Jocelyn. And don’t look back."

She stumbled and nearly fell, but thankfully she managed to regain her balance and was hurriedly charging from the room and up the stairs.

"No," Amadeus snarled, moving to follow her.

Lucien was just as swift. Leaping over the table, he placed himself in the vampire’s path with the dagger pointed straight at his heart.

"I do not think so, Amadeus."

Coming to a reluctant halt, the vampire trembled with fury. "You have interfered for the last time, Lucien. I will kill you and then that stubborn whore."

"You may try."

A sneer twisted the thin lips. "You believe you can halt me? You remain weak from your life behind the Veil. You are no match for me."

At the moment Lucien could not argue the truth of his words. He was still weakened from his earlier battle, and his wounds had not completely healed. To face a vampire filled with the power of blood lust was no doubt foolish beyond measure.

Still, he knew that every moment he could keep Amadeus trapped in the cellar was precious.

It meant that Jocelyn was one step closer to safety.

"Not so weak, Amadeus," he softly taunted, shifting to ensure he blocked the door. "I managed to best the mist wraith."

"Ah, yes. A pity I do not have the time to hear your remarkable story."

Lucien shrugged. "We have all the time you desire. Perhaps we could have a nice chat over a fine bottle of wine."

Amadeus lifted his brows at Lucien’s gracious words. "While Miss Kingly flees to the protection of Gideon and Sebastian? I think not."

"Not even one drink to toast my soon-to-be demise?" Lucien prodded with a smile. "I have a very fine spirit in London if you would care to wait here while I retrieve it."

As expected, the morose vampire gave a sniff of disdain at his levity. He had always condemned Lucien for his lack of proper dignity, seemingly offended by anyone who did not share his sullen darkness.

"Frivolous to the end, eh, Lucien?" he snarled.

Lucien smiled. "It is preferable to your grim lack of humor."

Spreading his arms wide, Amadeus called upon his powers and began slowly to change into mist.

"We shall see if you are still laughing when I have finished with you," he mocked in hollow tones.

Lucien tightly gripped the dagger and called upon his fading strength.

"We will, indeed," he muttered, wincing as the mist struck out to cut deeply into his arm.

Jocelyn’s hands were raw and bleeding as she struggled to pull open the shutters that had been firmly nailed shut.

When she had fled the cellars, she had made it outside the gloomy castle and halfway to the nearby trees, when she staggered to a halt. She wanted to run. To hasten to the trees and find the awaiting horse so that she could return to the sanity of London.

Quite frankly she was terrified.

She had never been so agonizingly frightened in her life.

The ghastly Amadeus had devoted the past hour to revealing precisely how he would torture her. He had spoken of horrors beyond her imagination and pain she could never endure. For a time she had thought she might actually go mad from sheer fear.

Who could possibly blame her for seeking safety? She was no match for a vampire. And as Lucien had said, the Medallion must be kept out of the traitor’s hands. Nothing was more important.

This was not her battle. She should do as Lucien demanded and seek out Gideon Ravel to protect her.

But even as she had stumbled out the door, she had known she could not leave Lucien behind.

How could she? Whatever he was, whatever falsehood he had told her, she loved him. She loved him with a force that nearly consumed her.

If he was to die, then her own life would be meaningless.

And beyond that there was a rebellious part of her heart that condemned her cowardly flight.

No.

She would not be forced into walking away.

Not on this occasion, she suddenly told herself.

She had allowed herself to be humiliated out of society. To be condemned by her parents and thrown out of their lives.