Bones that were unmistakably human.
"I think I found her," she choked in horror.
Viper approached with understandable caution, his gaze trained on the skeleton. "If this is the witch, she's been dead for a considerable length of time."
Shay licked her dry lips, edging forward to get a better look at the gruesome pile. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the knife that remained caught between two rib bones.
"Murdered."
"Yes."
She glanced up as Viper bent next to her in the center of the circle. "It was Evor."
His face showed surprise. "Are you certain?"
"He has a blade that matches this one exactly. I would recognize it anywhere."
Reaching out he grasped the knife and pulled it free. "That would explain how he managed to take command of your curse."
Her stomach cramped as she thought of the hideous little troll who had made her life a misery. She certainly wouldn't put cold-blooded murder past Evor. It was practically a hobby with him. But she still had far too many questions unanswered.
"It makes no sense."
"What?"
She gave a restless shrug. "When I was young the mark on my back was just a nuisance. I didn't even know it was a curse until Evor used the binding to force me to him. If the witch was the one who placed the curse on me why didn't she ever allow me to sense the bond?" She pointed toward the bones. "And why didn't I die when she did?"
Viper absently studied the dagger in his hand. "The only explanation would be that Evor managed to force the witch to hand over the curse before he killed her. As to why she never used the mark... I do not know."
"Crap." Shay heaved a sigh. "Now what?"
He rose to his feet and glanced about the cramped cellar.
"Dawn is approaching. Unless I am to be trapped here, I must return to Dante's. We can return tomorrow night if you wish."
She grimaced as she began to rise to her feet. She paused as her gaze caught sight of a small box nearly hidden beneath the skeleton.
"What's that?"
"Shay . . ." Viper barked as she reached out to dig the box free.
"I know, I know, don't be stupid," she muttered.
"Touching things that we know once belonged to a witch would come under the category of stupid. There might very well be a trap awaiting an unwary touch."
She flashed him an exasperated glance. "We can't leave it behind. It might have something inside it that will help us."
"Fine." Reaching down he hauled her to her feet, his expression set in hard lines. "But if you try to open that before we're certain it's safe I'll..."
She narrowed her gaze. "You'll what?"
His expression remained grim but there was a definite hint of amusement deep in his eyes.
"When I conceive of something hideous enough I'll let you know."
Chapter Fourteen
Viper had been expecting the soft footsteps that crept by his door. He smiled as he slipped on his heavy robe and pulled his hair back with a gold clip. They had returned to Dante's a little over two hours before, but he didn't for a moment expect Shay to meekly crawl into bed and go to sleep.
That would be entirely too sensible.
And while Shay was many wonderful things, sensible was not among them.
Giving her plenty of time to achieve her goal, Viper silently slipped from his room and made his way to the library. He had no fear of encountering anyone else. Dante and Abby were comfortably tucked in their marriage bed, while Levet—who had been sent for earlier—had turned to stone with the crack of dawn. He and Shay were for all intents and purposes alone in the sprawling mansion.
A knowledge that made his blood stir with an excitement that was as dangerous as it was potent.
Entering the library he watched as Shay picked up the witch's box and studied it with a frown. His entire body clenched at the sight of her dressed in nothing more than a thin gown that revealed the slender length of her legs, and hinted nicely at the curves beneath the silk. It was a pity her beautiful hair was in its familiar braid, but on the upside it exposed the vulnerable curve of her neck.
His fangs lengthened and his body hardened.
Damn.
A part of him knew he should return to his chambers. She had stirred his hunger to a fever pitch only a few hours before and his control was dubious at best. A larger part of him, however, knew there was no way in hell he was walking away. They had unfinished business that he had every intention of finishing.
To both their satisfaction.
Moving until he stood directly behind Shay he trailed a finger down the line of her neck.
"Running away, pet?"
There was a sharp squeal as Shay dropped the box back on the desk and whirled to confront him.
"Shit." She gave a sharp tug on her braid as an unmistakable blush crawled beneath her skin. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
He allowed his gaze to sweep over the deep plunge of herneckline. "How would you like me to sneak up on you?"
"Don't sneak at all."
"I didn't realize I was doing so. Should I stomp my feet before approaching you?"
She flashed a sour frown as she folded her arms over her chest. Clearly she didn't appreciate getting caught snooping where she didn't belong.
"You could tie a cowbell around your neck."'
"A cowbell? Hardly the fashion statement I was looking for" He smiled as his hand smoothed over the rich fabric of his robe. "What are you doing?"
"I... I was getting a glass of water."
"In the library?"
"I always read before I go to bed. Not that it's any of your business."
"Liar." He stepped even closer, his fingers brushing down her bare arms. "You were trying to open the box."
He felt the fine shiver that raced through her body even as she mustered a dark glare.
"Shouldn't you be in your coffin?"
"An excellent point, my dear. I most certainty should be in my coffin, just as you should be in your bed."
With a movement too swift for her to avoid, Viper had Shay scooped off her feet and cradled close to his chest. Turning on his heel he headed toward the door, ignoring her struggles as he left the library.
"Viper." She hit him hard enough that if he had been human it might have broken a rib. As it was it merely brought a small smile to his lips. She growled deep in her throat. "Damn you, put me down."
He gave a click of his tongue. "Really, such language from a lady, pet."
"I'm not a lady, I'm a demon."
Viper moved swiftly through the silent house, anxious to be behind locked doors.
"And a beautiful demon you are," he murmured, turning down the hall and entering one of the numerous vampire-secure rooms that Dante had had the foresight to construct in the mansion.
Crossing the thick white carpeting that nicely contrasted with the black and silver decor he dropped his delicious burden in the center of the vast bed.
"There. Are you satisfied?"
Sprawled on the black silk sheets she struggled to sit up. "No."
"Ah." A smile curved his lips as he smoothly lowered himself to cover her body with his own. "Are you satisfied now?"
Her skin glowed with a bronzed perfection and her wide eyes glittered with pure gold in the flickering candlelight. Viper stilled in wonderment. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire existence.
She was perfect. A vision from his dreams that he could not quite believe was real.
Keeping her firmly trapped beneath him, Viper reached for the offensive braid and began to loosen the silken curls. He wanted to see her hair spread across the pillows. More than that he wanted to have that satin curtain tangled about them as they made hot, sweaty love.
No doubt sensing the sudden heat in the air, she regarded him with wary eyes.
"What are you doing?"
His fingers never hesitated as he tugged her hair loose. "I did warn you that I would punish you if I caught you attempting to open the box."
"I was only looking at it."
He flashed a smile. "I have something far more interesting for you to look at."
As expected a lovely blush stained her cheeks. "Says you," she muttered.
He lifted a strand of hair to deeply inhale her delicate scent. "You seemed to find me interesting enough a few hours ago."
"I was traumatized by my battle with the Lu. I wasn't thinking clearly."
"Traumatized?"
"Yes."
Viper skimmed her lips in a light kiss.
"And now?"
"Now?"
He chuckled softly. "Are you traumatized now?"
The golden eyes darkened with unmistakable desire. "I must be."
"Why? Because you want me?"
"Yes."
Any hope of retreat was lost as Viper cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head.
Hell, any hope of retreat was lost the moment he had first laid eyes on the Shalott.
"Moonlight silk." he murmured as he caught her lower lip between his teeth. "It is no wonder I am bewitched."
