Dragons Of Eternity: Scorched By Darkness Part 34

Oh, thank the G.o.ddess.

Hurrying down the corridor that led to the outer courtyard, she found her guards holding a tiny gargoyle with bright, lacy wings.

"Release me, you buffoon," Levet was commanding, squirming as he tried to break free of the guard's ruthless grip. Then, catching sight of Rya as she stepped into the garden that was cloaked in darkness, his tiny face brightened with relief. "Ah, ma belle. At last. These"-his tail twitched with agitation-"imbeciles have forbidden me to enter."

Rya scowled. Her servants were there to protect her. They had, after all, been trained by her father's own warriors.

But she wasn't a prisoner. If someone arrived to visit her, the guards should have contacted her right away.

"What's going on?" she demanded.

The two guards exchanged uneasy glances before they were meeting her impatient glare.

"We were told not to let anyone pa.s.s," the guard holding Levet informed her.

"Told by whom?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.

"Your mate."

She pointed toward the gargoyle. "Release him immediately."

"But..."

The servant's words trailed away as Rya planted her hands on her hips and allowed her eyes to glow with the power of her dragon. "Yes?"

"Your consort said that no one was allowed inside," the poor male stammered, his face pale.

Rya ground her teeth. Clearly she was going to have to remind her betrothed that they weren't yet mated. And that even when they did formalize their relations.h.i.+p, becoming her consort didn't equal becoming her boss.

"Is this my lair or Torque's?" she snapped.

The guard licked his lips. "Yours."

"Then release my guest."

The male grudgingly loosened his hold, allowing Levet to drop to the ground.

"Bully," Levet sniffed, waddling toward Rya with his snout in the air.

"Return to your duties," Rya ordered the befuddled guards before she reached down to pat Levet between his stunted horns. "Come with me."

Sending the guards a loud raspberry, Levet followed her down the corridor and into her private rooms.

His gray eyes widened as he made a slow circle of the round room that had ivory and gold tiles on the floor and delicate tapestries hung on the walls.

"A most charming lair," he murmured, carefully touching a rare jade statue that had been carved in the shape of a dragon in full flight.

"Thank you." Moving to stand in the center of the room, Rya studied her companion with a barely leashed impatience. "Have you found a way to reach my mother?"

"Ah." The gargoyle turned to face her, his head tilted to the side. "I see you intend to get straight to the pointy end."

Rya wrinkled her nose. "Forgive me. I'm just anxious to get her out of that place."

Levet waved aside her apology. "Perfectly understandable that you are in no mood for chitty chit, ma belle."

A small smile tugged at her lips. The creature could make her chuckle no matter what was going on.

"Can you help?" she asked.

"Oui," he said. "I believe I have found someone who can help us create a portal."

Rya released a shaky sigh. "Who is it?"

"Laylah," Levet said. "She is a half-Jinn."

Rya's eyes widened in shock. Jinn were incredibly powerful, but they were also cunning, evil demons who created chaos wherever they went.

Sort of like dragons. Without the whole fire-breathing thing.

"A Jinn?" she said, unable to disguise her disappointment.

How could she possibly trust her mother's rescue to a creature who might decide it was more fun to slaughter them all?

Clearly sensing her unease, Levet moved forward, reaching out to lightly pat her leg.

"Do not fear. Laylah is not like other Jinn. She is quite civilized," he promised. "And despite her incomprehensible decision to mate with a vampire, you can trust her."

Rya gave a slow nod. She didn't trust any Jinn, but she did trust this gargoyle.

He wouldn't have suggested Laylah help them if she was dangerous.

"Is she going to meet us here?" she asked, ignoring her instinctive aversion to the treacherous demons.

"Non." Levet wrinkled his snout, as if he'd just caught a bad smell. "Her mate refuses to allow her to travel to the harem of a dragon," he told her. "Tane is a savage, and like most vampires is annoyingly unreasonable, I fear."

"Oh." Rya felt a stab of disappointment although she couldn't really blame the vampire.

No demon would be happy to have their female mate anywhere near a dragon harem.

Not only because they were known to be heavily guarded, but because a full-blooded dragon could alter his or her appearance to please any lover.

A potent talent.

Levet gave her leg another pat. "He has, however, agreed to allow you to meet with her at my home," he a.s.sured her.

"Now?"

"Oui."

A fierce urgency to run out the door beat through her. She was acutely aware of the pa.s.sage of time since her mother had been trapped between dimensions. And that each tick of the clock put her in more danger.

But even as she pivoted toward the door, she abruptly remembered that she couldn't just leave.

"Give me a second to write a note for Torque and then we'll go," she muttered, crossing toward a low table.

She'd taken less than a dozen steps when a tingle of heat raced over her skin.

Uh oh.

Coming to a halt, she slowly turned to discover Torque standing in the doorway, his hands planted on his hips.

"Go where?"

She cleared her throat. c.r.a.p. She hadn't deliberately tried to leave before he returned to her lair, but she hadn't been opposed to avoiding the looming argument.

"Torque." She managed a stiff smile.

The glorious sapphire eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"You said something about leaving," he growled.

Rya squared her shoulders. She wasn't going to feel guilty for doing whatever necessary to rescue her mother.

"Levet has found someone who can open a portal into Ravel's lair."

His gaze took in her defiant expression before moving toward the gargoyle. "Who?"

Levet gave a flick of his wings. "A friend. She will meet us at my house."

"We have to hurry," Rya said, walking forward.

Predictably, Torque moved to stand directly in front of her.

The only surprise would have been if he hadn't tried to block her path.

"No," he growled.

Her eyes narrowed to tiny slits as flames erupted to swirl around her feet. "Excuse me?"

There was a sudden sc.r.a.pe of claws against the tiled floor as Levet scurried toward the door.

"Perhaps I should wait outside," he muttered.

Smart gargoyle.

Torque lowered his head until they were nose to nose.

"You're not going to risk your life with some unknown demon who might or might not have the ability to reach your mother," he growled.

She met his glare without flinching. This sort of behavior was going to have to be nipped in the bud.

Or something a bit more tender on the male anatomy was going to get nipped.

"Do you a.s.sume becoming my consort gives you the right to tell me what I can or can't do?"

His jaw clenched, but he wasn't stupid.

"It gives me the right to protect you," he cautiously corrected.

She pressed her finger to the center of his chest.

"Protecting and controlling are two different things," she informed him.

"If something happened-" His words broke off, a soul-deep vulnerability darkening his eyes as he grabbed her hand to give it a gentle squeeze. "I couldn't survive, Rya," he rasped. "Not without you."

Her annoyance instantly faded, but she refused to back down. This was too important.

Torque was a predatory male who would walk all over her if she didn't take a stand.

"Just as I couldn't survive without you," she said, her voice softening. "But what if Baine was attacked? Would you be willing to step aside because it might put you in danger?"

His brows snapped together. "It's not the same."

"Because I'm a female?"

"Because I don't want to be reasonable," he muttered.

Threading her fingers through his, she tugged his hand to her lips.

"You know I have to do this," she murmured, pressing a kiss on his knuckles.

He heaved a harsh sigh. "Then I'm coming with you."

It was her turn to frown. It was one thing for her to risk everything to save her mother. But it wasn't Torque's responsibility.

"But-"

"End of discussion," he interrupted in tones that didn't offer any room for argument.

Rya rolled her eyes in defeat. It was a waste of breath to try to convince him to return to his lair.

"We're going to have an interesting future together," she muttered, stepping around him to head out of her rooms.

"We are indeed," he said from behind her.

In silence they joined Levet who was pacing the corridor.

"We're ready," she announced.