Where Darkness Lives (Guardians of Eternity #7.75)(14)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

Sophia was thinking more along the lines of ripping off her head.

Quick and easy.

“Not a big Kirsten fan?” she instead forced herself to ask.

“She’s a whore.”

Sophia lifted a brow at the sharp edge in Victoria’s voice. “Don’t hold back. Tell me how you really feel.”

“She pretends she has no interest in my Morton, but I’ve seen how she sniffs at him when he’s near.”

“She’s still a foundling, no doubt she sniffs everything with warm blood.”

“Really?” The nymph sent Sophia a mocking smile. “Then you don’t mind that she’s currently latched on to Luc?”

“Of course not.” It was a miracle that the words didn’t choke her. “I trust Luc.”

Victoria snorted. “Don’t lie. You want to toss the bitch into the barbeque pit and watch her go up in flames.”

Sophia hastily squelched the delicious image.

Focus, Sophia. Focus.

“If I do decide I need to defend my territory, I’ll confront her directly.” She narrowed her gaze. “I have no tolerance for creatures who attack anonymously.”

The nymph paled, hastily backing away. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Sophia rolled her eyes. The stupid female might as well have tattooed “guilty” across her forehead.

Grasping her upper arm, Sophia yanked her to a halt. “Don’t run away, Victoria. We have so much to discuss.”

“Please,” the nymph pleaded. “Don’t hurt me.”

“That all depends on you,” she growled. “Confess and I won’t kill you here and now.”

The silver eyes shimmered with terrified tears. “How did you know it was me?”

“I’m a pure-blooded Were.”

Victoria frowned at Sophia’s deliberately vague response. “The witch promised me that the amulet would disguise my scent completely.”

A disguise amulet.

That’s how the woman had waltzed into her yard without leaving a trail.

“Why?” Sophia demanded.

“You know why.”

It was Sophia’s turn to frown, her gaze moving toward the short, stocky male cur built like a fireplug. He had brown hair and pale eyes with unremarkable features.

“You can’t possibly imagine I would be interested in Morton?”

Victoria sucked in an offended breath. “He’s perfect. Why wouldn’t you want him?”

Where to start?

Sophia picked the first one that came to mind. “He’s a cur.”

“So?”

“So Weres and curs don’t mix,” Sophia snapped. “Now tell me why you’ve been harassing me.”

The nymph licked her lips. “I …”

“What?”

“I didn’t like how Morton watched you when he thought I wasn’t looking.”

Sophia swore. “So you thought you could badger me into leaving?”

“It was worth a shot.” The nymph shrugged. “I couldn’t physically force you to leave.”

“And when that didn’t work?” Sophia pressed.

“I don’t understand.”

“Did you decide on a more permanent solution?”

There was a stunned silence before Victoria at last gave a slow shake of her head.

“Permanent?”

“Running me over in your car?” Sophia suggested sweetly. “Releasing a rabid pit bull to attack me?”

Victoria lost another layer of color. “I’m in love, not insane.”

“Not much difference,” Sophia muttered.

“Perhaps not, but I know that none of those things would actually kill you,” Victoria said. “Only piss you off.”

Her words teased at the edge of Sophia’s mind, but for the moment she was too preoccupied to sort through the sensation that she should be disturbed by the comment.

“A silver bullet through the heart would be lethal,” she pointed out.

The nymph held up pleading hands. “Look, I left a few notes, a dead rat, and slashed your tires.”

“The brick through my window?”

“Yes, the brick,” she admitted. “I’ll pay for the damages if that’s what you want.”

Sophia gave the spiteful female a small shake before shoving her away in disgust.

“What I want is for you to leave me the hell alone.”

“You got it.” Victoria visibly struggled to regain her composure, smoothing her shaking hands over her hair as her gaze shifted to Luc. “I think it’s obvious to everyone in the neighborhood that you’re taken.”

Sophia stiffened. “I’m not ‘taken.’ ”

“No? I doubt the Were would agree. The way he looks at you …” She gave a tiny giggle. “It gives me the shivers.”

Sophia followed the nymph’s gaze, finding Luc staring at her with a heat that made the very air sizzle.

Shivers? Her entire body trembled.

“He’s an alpha,” she lamely retorted.

“It has nothing to do with him being an alpha and everything to do with him being a man.” Victoria heaved a feminine sigh of pleasure. “And what a man he is.”

Sophia’s power made the nymph’s hair stir in warning. “I thought you were desperately in love with your cur?”

“I am, but I’m not blind.” Not entirely suicidal, the female returned her attention to Sophia. “Take my advice and lock him away before some tart tries to steal him.”

Sophia clenched her hands, her gaze still locked with Luc as she absently considered the logistics of holding such a powerful beast captive.

Preferably in her bed.

Luc was a typical male Were.

Warm-blooded, fully functioning, and possessing a fine appreciation for the opposite sex.

Tonight, however, he had to clench his teeth against the soft female hands that took every opportunity to touch his exposed skin and the plethora of boobs waggled beneath his nose.

There was only one woman he wanted touching his body or offering him the temptation of her firm, delectable br**sts.

The knowledge should have sent him howling into the night in terror.

But if the past few days had taught him nothing else, it was that it was far too late to avoid his obsessive need for Sophia.

Even when he was miles away from Chicago she consumed his thoughts, the overriding need to return to her side a nagging ache that couldn’t be denied. And when she was near …

Dios.

Pretending indifference to disguise his acute awareness of the female Were, not to mention his savage need to haul her nearly naked body away from the gawking male guests, Luc covertly monitored her every movement.