‘‘From Kostya?’’ Drake’s expression was thoughtful.
‘‘What amulet was it, did the blackmailer say?’’ Gabriel asked.
‘‘No. He didn’t tell me anything at all about it, not what it was, why he wanted it, or even how Kostya came to have it.’’ At the thought of the amulet, a question arose. ‘‘What will happen to my things the committee took when I was arrested?’’
He considered the question. ‘‘They’ll remain locked up with them, I suppose. It would be rather awkward to request them to be returned now.’’
‘‘Yes, but . . .’’ I bit my lip.
‘‘Did you have something of value?’’ Drake asked, his eyes glittering as he sniffed the air a couple of times.
‘‘Not really, although I will be in a world of hurt if I don’t get my passports back,’’ I said slowly. ‘‘I use them when I don’t wish to be recognized.’’
‘‘We will have another made for you,’’ Gabriel said.
Drake sniffed the air again, then suddenly lunged forward, his face pressed into my breasts. I squawked and threw myself backward at the same time Gabriel snarled something.
‘‘I meant no disrespect,’’ Drake said as Gabriel shoved him back into his seat. ‘‘Your mate has been wearing gold. Recently.’’
Both dragons turned thoughtful gazes upon me. ‘‘Gold?’’ Gabriel asked, the pupils of his eyes narrowing. ‘‘You have gold?’’
‘‘No, I don’t have gold,’’ I said, amused at both of their reactions. ‘‘I touched a few of Kostya’s things when I was going through his chest—he has gold.’’
‘‘What sort of gold?’’ Drake asked, an avid light in his eyes.
‘‘Was the amulet made of gold?’’ Gabriel asked at the same time.
‘‘I think so. I don’t know anything about the quality of gold, so I’m afraid I can’t give you an estimate of its purity. It looked like Kostya had a lot of things, and almost certainly the phylactery was in one of the locked chests. There were three chests in all, two bound and locked. I didn’t have time to look at them. I found the amulet at the bottom of the unlocked chest.’’
‘‘Unlocked,’’ Drake said, sitting back with a dismissive gesture. ‘‘He wouldn’t keep anything valuable in an unlocked chest. This amulet must not be worth much.’’
‘‘But it was gold,’’ Gabriel said. ‘‘What else did you find in the lair?’’
I couldn’t help but smile at him. ‘‘I knew dragons liked gold—I didn’t know it was a borderline obsession with you.’’
‘‘It’s not an obsession . . . well, a little one . . . but we do find gold incredibly . . .’’ He lifted my hand to his lips, his tongue painting my fingertips with fire.
‘‘Expensive?’’ I asked, wondering that men who obviously had so much wealth could pant after a few bits of gold. ‘‘Precious?’’
‘‘Desirable,’’ Drake said, his face aglow with avidity.
‘‘Arousing,’’ Gabriel corrected him, the sensual velvet tones of his voice affected not in the least by the fact that he was nibbling on my fingertips. I shivered as his tongue made little circles at the tip of one of my fingers.
‘‘Yes, arousing. Very, very arousing.’’ Drake frowned for a moment and whipped out his cell phone. ‘‘I must call Aisling.’’
I turned to Gabriel to give Drake a little privacy during his phone call.
‘‘And what about you?’’ I asked, another shiver sweeping over me as Gabriel bit the pad of my thumb. ‘‘Does gold have an erotic effect on you, too?’’
His quicksilver eyes scorched me. ‘‘Most definitely. I look forward to seeing you wear some of my gold pieces . . . and nothing else.’’
I was perilously close to flinging myself on him, so it was a feat of strength to drag my mind from the promise he so temptingly offered back to the present.
‘‘Um . . . what was it you asked me?’’
It took him a moment to gather his thoughts, as well, a fact that pleased me to no end. ‘‘Er . . . what you found in Kostya’s lair?’’
‘‘Oh, yes, that.’’ I thought for a few moments. ‘‘There wasn’t much else in the unlocked chest. Some necklaces, the amulet, a couple of old-looking pieces of tapestry, and that’s about it.’’
‘‘You had no difficulty getting into his lair, then?’’ Drake asked, putting away his phone. ‘‘Did the blackmailer let you in?’’
‘‘On the contrary, he said it was going to be difficult to get in. But . . . well, there’s a bit of a story about that. Someone was there ahead of me.’’ I explained about the dragon’s bane on the door, and how I’d gone around to the window to find it open.
‘‘Kostya came in as I was going through one of the chests, the unbound one. Judging by his surprise, he wasn’t expecting anyone there, which means someone else must have opened that window and disarmed the security system.’’
Drake glanced at Gabriel.
‘‘I was with you all day trying to find out what happened to Maata and Tipene,’’ the latter pointed out.
Guilt prodded me painfully. ‘‘I’m sorry, I’ve been so caught up in my own troubles, I didn’t ask you about them. Did you find out anything?’’
Gabriel shook his head. ‘‘No. They have just disappeared.’’
‘‘And someone has broken into Kostya’s lair,’’ Drake said thoughtfully.
Gabriel’s handsome face grew cold at the mention of the black dragon. ‘‘Fiat?’’
‘‘Possibly. Or one of the red dragons,’’ Drake answered. ‘‘It could be that Chuan Ren has been released from Abaddon. Although I believe she’d first come after Aisling and me.’’
‘‘It must be Fiat. He would stop at nothing to regain control of the blue dragons.’’ Gabriel’s hand was warm as it took mine. ‘‘Just as Kostya has nothing to lose but everything to gain by keeping Maata and Tipene from me.’’
‘‘You don’t think he’ll hurt them?’’ I asked, a sick feeling making my gorge rise.
He didn’t dismiss that idea nearly as quickly as I would have liked. ‘‘To do so would bring an all-out war against him, not only by the silver dragons, but by others as well.’’ He sent an inquisitive glance to Drake.
The latter nodded. ‘‘Killing your guards would constitute an act of war against a sept of the weyr. The members would be obligated to uphold the terms of the treaty and destroy him in return.’’
‘‘You know, Porter looked surprised when I asked him what demon lord he worked for,’’ I said slowly as I mused over the facts. ‘‘I wonder if Cyrene heard correctly when he said he was working for a dreadlord.’’
‘‘Dreadlord?’’ Drake asked, pouncing on the word. ‘‘He said that specifically?’’
I nodded. ‘‘What’s the significance of that? It’s just another word for demon lord, isn’t it?’’
Drake and Gabriel exchanged glances. ‘‘In modern usage, yes, but in centuries past, it meant many things . . . including a wyvern,’’ the latter said.
‘‘Oh. You think Porter was working for a dragon? One of the ones you mentioned?’’
‘‘I don’t know,’’ he said, his eyes dulling slightly. ‘‘It is an interesting thought nonetheless.’’
‘‘So what are we going to do?’’ I asked, suddenly swamped with exhaustion. I tried to remember the last time I’d slept, and couldn’t.
Gabriel pulled me up against his side. I leaned into him, feeling warm, safe, and cherished. ‘‘First we get you out of the country.’’
‘‘You are welcome to stay with Aisling and me,’’ Drake offered. ‘‘The thief takers evidently have found your house, Gabriel.’’
The latter nodded. ‘‘Then I think we will need to have a look into Kostya’s locked chests. The phylactery must be contained in one of them.’’
‘‘And the amulet?’’ I asked.
‘‘It poses many questions, but I do not see that it is of much importance,’’ Gabriel said after a few moments’ thought. ‘‘It was kept in an unlocked chest, and Kostya would never put it there if it held value. It is possible that the thief taker was deliberately trying to mislead you into believing he was not in the employ of a demon lord.’’
‘‘Or he could be operating for purposes of his own,’’ Drake said.
Gabriel nodded.
‘‘What if it turns out that he’s working for a dragon after all?’’ I had to ask.
Gabriel pulled me tighter against him. ‘‘Then we will deal with that situation, too. But of first importance is the phylactery. It is the only thing I can use to barter for the release of my guards. I
must
have it.’’
‘‘Agreed,’’ Drake said, hesitating a moment. ‘‘He will in all likelihood be expecting such a move, you know.’’
Gabriel didn’t answer, but the smile that curled his lips left me shivering again . . . this time with cold.
Chapter Sixteen
‘‘Alone at last,’’ Gabriel said in his best dramatic voice, his dimples at odds with the lascivious grin he was giving me as he closed the door and leaned against it.
I stopped admiring the room and eyed him slowly. Although Drake seemed to wear the color of his sept frequently—mostly in his shirts—Gabriel wasn’t clad in silver. Instead he wore a pair of faded jeans and a scarlet shirt, opened just enough to show a beaded necklace from which hung a silver version of his sept emblem. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and I was just a fraction of a second from leaping upon him when there was a knock at the door. It opened, bumping against him.
‘‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were there,’’ Aisling said when Gabriel moved away enough for the door to open completely. She smiled happily at us both. ‘‘I just wanted to check that everything was all right. There’s a bathroom attached, in case you didn’t know, just through the door opposite.’’
‘‘Thank you. I’m sure we’ll have no problem finding it,’’ I said, trying not to drool on Gabriel.
She bustled into the room, tweaking the cover on the bed before going over to a large antique wardrobe. ‘‘There should be some extra blankets in here, if you get chilly. Oh, and everything’s been fireproofed, so you guys can . . . well . . . I’m sure I don’t need to explain it.’’
‘‘Everything is lovely,’’ I said, feeling awkward. Gabriel ignored Aisling to watch me with the intensity of a panther about to pounce. It just about blared his intention to indulge in wild, unbridled lovemaking, and although I had every intention of fulfilling that thought, it was a bit embarrassing to have everyone know it.
Drake suddenly appeared, herding his wife out of the room and down the hall with an apologetic glance at Gabriel. ‘‘
Kincsem
, you should have been in bed an hour ago. You will tire yourself.’’
‘‘I’m pregnant, not an imbecile, Drake! It’s quite obvious they want to be alone, but I just wanted to make sure they had everything first. There’s nothing more annoying than being caught short during the middle, if you know what I mean . . .’’ Aisling’s voice drifted down the hall after her.
Gabriel sighed, closed the door, and leaned against it in a repeat of his earlier action. His eyes blazed with blatant promise as he examined me thoroughly. ‘‘Alone at—’’
The door thumped open again, hitting him hard enough that it sent him staggering forward a few steps. He whirled and glared at the black dog that stood in the doorway.
‘‘Heya. Cy just showed up, May. Thought you’d want to know since you were worried and all. I think Aisling’s putting her in the room down the hall. You want to see her before you and Gabe go off to Boinksville?’’
I hesitated, feeling that I should make sure Cyrene was all right.
‘‘Is she harmed in any way?’’ Gabriel asked before I could answer.
Jim pursed its lips and shook its head. ‘‘Nope. Said she came close to flooding the place before they let her go, but she’s fine. István told her there was a pool in the basement, and she was headed that way when I left her.’’
‘‘Then we will see her in the morning,’’ Gabriel said firmly, pushing the demon none too gently out the door.
‘‘Suit yourselves, although she said she had something to tell May. If you need help shifting the furniture so you can do it in dragon form, just give me a yell—’’
The door slammed shut in its face.
‘‘Just tryin’ to be helpful!’’ it yelled.
Gabriel growled at the door for a moment before turning back to face me.
I decided such a show of restraint deserved a reward. I pulled off my shirt and pants, allowing my hands to run sensually down my ribs and hips.
Gabriel’s eyes widened, the pupils almost nonexistent as he gazed upon my exposed flesh. He swallowed a couple of times, his voice thick when he spoke. ‘‘Alone—’’
‘‘We bring your luggage,’’ someone said behind him. Gabriel leaped out of the way to avoid being whacked on the back yet again as István kicked open the door, depositing my bags from Gabriel’s house. I didn’t have time to snatch up a shirt before Gabriel was in front of me, blocking István’s view.
István’s eyebrows rose at the sight of my clothing on the chair. ‘‘Oh. Sorry. The door locks, you know.’’
‘‘I will be sure to see that it’s used,’’ Gabriel answered.
István surprised me with a grin, and then he was gone. Gabriel locked the door, counted to ten, then sighed when no one knocked on it. ‘‘Shall we try this again?’’
‘‘I don’t know—it’s taking on the feel of a scene from a Marx Brothers’ movie, don’t you think?’’
His smile warmed me to the tips of my naked toes, but it was his gaze that left me feeling as if I was burning. ‘‘You are so delicious, I don’t know where to begin.’’ His gaze moved along my exposed skin.
I laughed, propping my foot up on the chair and nodding toward the knife I wore at my ankle. ‘‘Why don’t you start by helping me out of this?’’
He looked at my leg. He looked at my breasts, straining to get out of my bra in a manner hitherto unbeknownst to me. He went back to my bare leg, with a brief stop at my hips and belly.
‘‘No?’’ I asked, amused, aroused, and slightly confused by his hesitation.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he shook his head. ‘‘I want you,’’ he finally said, his voice sounding somewhat strangled.
‘‘I can see you do,’’ I said, glancing toward the bulgy front of his pants.
‘‘I mean I really want you. I need you. Right now.’’
‘‘Well, I don’t see a problem with that, unless Cyrene has suddenly developed a skill for lock picking,’’ I said, unbuckling the knife sheath.