Bound by Darkness - Alexandra Ivy [21]
Vampire.
And close.
Spinning around with a low growl, he had his sword poised for a death blow, only to hesitate at the sight of the female framed in the doorway.
Dios.
She was ... magnificent.
Despite working in a vampire club that was renowned for offering the world’s most beautiful demons as entertainment, he was struck speechless.
She was tall and lithe, with dark hair that fell to her waist. Her face was a perfect, pale oval with eyes as dark as ebony and elegantly carved features. Her lips were full and tinted the color of cherries, and just looking at them made Santiago as hard as granite.
His bemused gaze skimmed lower, taking in the dark robes that draped over her full breasts and the ancient gold medallion that was hung around her neck. Farther down, the folds of the silk hinted at long legs and offered a glimpse of her dainty feet encased in silk slippers.
She should have looked matronly in the outfit, like a staid old professor.
Instead she looked ... hot as hell.
A damned shame there was a good chance he was going to have to kill her.
Seemingly unaware of the danger shimmering in the air, the female strolled forward, studying Santiago with an unreadable expression.
“They are not here.”
Her voice was low and throaty, flowing over Santiago with a startling power.
“Mierda,” he breathed, an unfamiliar unease trickling down his spine. “Who are you and how the hell did you get in here?”
She tilted her head to the side. “I presume you are here to find the seer?”
“I asked you a question,” he snapped.
She stiffened and Santiago smothered a curse as a crushing pressure surrounded him, warning him that he was right to be unnerved by her presence.
She had enough power to rival Styx.
Something he would have claimed impossible of any vampire only a few seconds ago.
“Take care, Santiago,” she purred.
He wisely shifted backward, lowering the sword that was all but useless against a vampire of her strength.
“How do you know my name?” he demanded.
There was a short pause, as if she was considering whether or not to answer his question. Then she gave a faint shrug.
“I am well acquainted with your sire.”
Santiago hissed. No one knew of his sire. It was something he refused to discuss with anyone.
Including Viper, who was his clan chief and closest friend.
“Impossible.” He glared at the vampire with a savage suspicion. “Gaius went beyond the Veil centuries ago.”
She offered a slow nod. “He is a most welcome member of our small clan. Indeed, he sits upon the Grand Council.”
Santiago took another step backward as realization slammed into him with painful force.
“You’re an Immortal One,” he rasped.
“I am.”
His gaze lowered to the medallion hung about her neck.
“Nefri.”
“Yes.”
Well, it all made a revolting sense now.
The female’s ability to make a sudden appearance. Her outrageous power. Her knowledge of his sire. Her formal pattern of speech.
Immortal Ones were vampires who had left the world centuries ago to create a clan within another dimension where they were allowed to exist without the primitive passions that plagued this world.
No hunger, no thirst, no lust.
Just endless days of tedious peace they devoted to studying in their vast libraries and meditating in their supposedly endless gardens.
Most of the bastards had the mistaken idea they were somehow superior to their more “barbaric” brothers.
And this woman was one of them.
No, not just one.
The one.
The big kahuna. The CEO and founding member.
It was Nefri’s medallion that allowed her to travel through the Veil. And it was her powers that kept her people safe from those demons who attempted to break through the misty barrier that surrounded their world.
Ironically most vampires would be fascinated to meet one of the Immortals.
They were a source of myth and mystery and only a rare few vampires could ever claim to having encountered one. Like freaking leprechauns, Santiago acknowledged with a wry smile.
He, on the other hand, had