The Demon's Bargain (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas) by Lisa Alder Page A
Authors: Lisa Alder
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must question him.”
From a sheath at his waist, Vetis removed a knife with a serrated blade, exactly like the one Amara had pictured in her rage the evening they met. He turned the knife around and closed her fingers carefully around the burnished wood hilt. “But once we’re done, the honor is yours.”
***
Amara couldn’t process the events of the last minute. Vetis was here!
But, as she replayed his words, she realized he was here because of the Fae, not her. The momentary elation fizzled like an ale gone flat. Why would he give her a knife?
The weight of the weapon was heavy in her hand. The blade looked strangely familiar.
Vetis was so near, the comforting warmth of his body heat seeped into her. His closeness distracted her so she was only half paying attention when he whispered in her ear. “For your freedom, you can deliver your vengeance.”
She looked down at the wicked blade in her hand, remembered his confession that he could read minds. Remembered how much she’d wanted to kill her husband the moment he’d given her to Vetis. But something had changed within her and she no longer wanted the same things.
“I do not need this.” She had her freedom. And she would not kill her pathetic excuse for a husband.
“I am trying to give you a gift.”
She tossed the knife onto the table and reached up to cup his jaw reveling at the sensual rasp of his beard against her softer skin. “You already gave me a gift.”
“You do not wish to carry out your fantasy?”
“How could I when he brought me to you?” She laid her heart bare with that statement.
Zepar crowded them closer to the stone wall of the pub. “We need to get this over with.” He glanced around the pub. “I have a feeling I cannot shake.”
Her husband snatched up the knife and backed away from them. “No one is killing me.”
With an unnatural groan, the old man rose from the floor. In one fluid movement, he plunged the dagger into her husband’s throat. Blood gushed from the wound in a great red river.
Amara gagged and turned away from the geyser.
“Gods damn it,” Vetis swore.
The old man collapsed again.
Zepar knelt over the attacker. “Compelled by the Fae. I knew I felt him still,” he said with disgust.
Vetis hovered over Edward, shook his shoulders and barked out questions, that even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t answer. He was in his death throes, his vocal chords severed.
Vetis dropped Edward’s body to the floor with a thump.
Amara stood in the corner, frozen by the violence of her husband’s death.
“What did the Fae want?” Zepar stood in front of her and obstructed the view of her husband’s dead body.
“The Fae?”
Zepar nodded impatiently, but Amara couldn’t focus. She shuddered.
“Leave her.” Vetis curled his arm around her shoulder and for a moment she allowed herself to be weak, to tremble in the hard embrace of his arms and breathe in the scent of him. She’d missed him so much. It had only been mere hours yet it felt like an eternity.
“We need to know how much our enemy discovered of us.” Zepar pulled a glamour shield over the three of them and blocked anyone from listening to their conversation.
Vetis commanded. “Show us.”
Amara visualized the scene when she sat down at the table, trying to remember every detail to give them as much information as she could. She played the conversation through her mind and shivered at the Fae’s words. We must prepare for war.
“What about the Fae?” Amara peered through the crook of Vetis’s arm to stare at the body of her husband. She couldn’t bear it if the same fate befell Vetis.
“We know they’ve changed their tactics and are trying to use Humans to infiltrate our fortresses. We will be on our guard.”
The confidence in his voice comforted her.
“We have another problem.” Zepar continued to hold the glamour.
“He knows you spent three nights with me?” Vetis said tensely.
Amara nodded.
In unison, Vetis and
From a sheath at his waist, Vetis removed a knife with a serrated blade, exactly like the one Amara had pictured in her rage the evening they met. He turned the knife around and closed her fingers carefully around the burnished wood hilt. “But once we’re done, the honor is yours.”
***
Amara couldn’t process the events of the last minute. Vetis was here!
But, as she replayed his words, she realized he was here because of the Fae, not her. The momentary elation fizzled like an ale gone flat. Why would he give her a knife?
The weight of the weapon was heavy in her hand. The blade looked strangely familiar.
Vetis was so near, the comforting warmth of his body heat seeped into her. His closeness distracted her so she was only half paying attention when he whispered in her ear. “For your freedom, you can deliver your vengeance.”
She looked down at the wicked blade in her hand, remembered his confession that he could read minds. Remembered how much she’d wanted to kill her husband the moment he’d given her to Vetis. But something had changed within her and she no longer wanted the same things.
“I do not need this.” She had her freedom. And she would not kill her pathetic excuse for a husband.
“I am trying to give you a gift.”
She tossed the knife onto the table and reached up to cup his jaw reveling at the sensual rasp of his beard against her softer skin. “You already gave me a gift.”
“You do not wish to carry out your fantasy?”
“How could I when he brought me to you?” She laid her heart bare with that statement.
Zepar crowded them closer to the stone wall of the pub. “We need to get this over with.” He glanced around the pub. “I have a feeling I cannot shake.”
Her husband snatched up the knife and backed away from them. “No one is killing me.”
With an unnatural groan, the old man rose from the floor. In one fluid movement, he plunged the dagger into her husband’s throat. Blood gushed from the wound in a great red river.
Amara gagged and turned away from the geyser.
“Gods damn it,” Vetis swore.
The old man collapsed again.
Zepar knelt over the attacker. “Compelled by the Fae. I knew I felt him still,” he said with disgust.
Vetis hovered over Edward, shook his shoulders and barked out questions, that even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t answer. He was in his death throes, his vocal chords severed.
Vetis dropped Edward’s body to the floor with a thump.
Amara stood in the corner, frozen by the violence of her husband’s death.
“What did the Fae want?” Zepar stood in front of her and obstructed the view of her husband’s dead body.
“The Fae?”
Zepar nodded impatiently, but Amara couldn’t focus. She shuddered.
“Leave her.” Vetis curled his arm around her shoulder and for a moment she allowed herself to be weak, to tremble in the hard embrace of his arms and breathe in the scent of him. She’d missed him so much. It had only been mere hours yet it felt like an eternity.
“We need to know how much our enemy discovered of us.” Zepar pulled a glamour shield over the three of them and blocked anyone from listening to their conversation.
Vetis commanded. “Show us.”
Amara visualized the scene when she sat down at the table, trying to remember every detail to give them as much information as she could. She played the conversation through her mind and shivered at the Fae’s words. We must prepare for war.
“What about the Fae?” Amara peered through the crook of Vetis’s arm to stare at the body of her husband. She couldn’t bear it if the same fate befell Vetis.
“We know they’ve changed their tactics and are trying to use Humans to infiltrate our fortresses. We will be on our guard.”
The confidence in his voice comforted her.
“We have another problem.” Zepar continued to hold the glamour.
“He knows you spent three nights with me?” Vetis said tensely.
Amara nodded.
In unison, Vetis and
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