Cybele's Angel (The Royals of Sheoldris 2)
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Copyright ©2013 Sam Cheever
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Cybele stood tall before the bars, listening to the fast, heavy footfalls of the man who surely would have just realized what she'd done. She smiled, knowing how her presence there would tear at him, pulling him in two directions and causing him great consternation.
For the moment at least, she'd won. Only time would tell if she'd won the battle only to lose the war.
He slammed to a stop before the bars of her prison and Cybele sucked in a breath, her body warming immediately upon sight of him. With dark gold hair that fell in thick, shiny waves over his head, and a line of dark gold hair running from beneath full lips to cover a wide chin in a short, sexy goatee, he was stunningly handsome, even with murder dancing in his dark blue eyes.
"You witch! What have you done?"
Cybele tipped her head and allowed her lips to curve into a smug smile. "You left me no choice, scribe. Now perhaps we shall find a way to work together, rather than endangering everyone with our little games."
He clutched the bars with strong, wide fingers, his square jaw tightening with anger. "I don't play games, demoness. I fight a valiant fight for control of a viable territory."
Cybele slid her gaze over his delicious features, her loins tightening at the sight. Her adversary had a strong nose and long, thick-lashed blue eyes. His jaw was square, with sexy creases on either side of wide, sculpted lips. The dark one's shoulders were broad, his waist narrow, and his long legs were lean and just the tiniest bit bowed. He wore cream-colored leather pants and a tightly fitting, round-necked black shirt that skimmed snugly over his delightful attributes. "We shall see how viable it is, scribe. Perhaps my brother will see the Hades Mountain territory as ripe for his plucking."
Cybele's only response was to continue smiling. Behind the smile was a world of doubt and fear. But she'd die a thousand deaths before she ever let him know it.
Cybele shivered as a gust of grave-scented air swept through her cell. She didn't need the panicked widening of the dark one's gaze to know what had appeared behind her.
Cybele's stomach twisted with fear and she fought to hold her ground, knowing that what was about to happen needed to occur. But gooseflesh crept over her arms and her breath came fast and panicked through her lips.
Cold, bony fingers clamped around her arms, dragging her against a hard, putrid-smelling body. Before the ghouls could whisk her into their subterranean dimension, she stiffened her spine and said, "Remember, this was all your doing, dark one."
His gasp nearly made her smile. Unfortunately, as the world fell away and a bone-chilling damp told her she'd entered the terrifying realm of the dead, Cybele couldn't find it within herself to smile at anything.
* * *
Kadeg lunged at the cell, his hands wrapping around the bars as he roared. Terror danced icy fingers through his gut and he turned away, running toward his scribing lair. Surely it wasn't too late to get her back.
He briefly considered ignoring the man who called to him, but reason finally stopped his feet. "What is it?" He demanded impatiently.
The slender, dark-eyed man bowed low, as was customary.
Kadeg growled before he could stop himself. "Speak! I must go."
"Luminous One, there are ghouls on the ridge. They've taken some of our scribes."
Kadeg swore, running a hand through his hair. "How did she do it?"
The messenger frowned. "How did who do what, sire?"
Expelling a breath, he responded, "Never mind. I must get to my journals and undo this madness." He turned away but the messenger's voice, throbbing with fear, stopped him again.
"Luminous One. They've taken the priests too."
Kadeg spun around. The messenger's dark eyes were wide with terror. It was no wonder, Kadeg reasoned. Without the priests, the mountainous empire of the dark angels would fall quickly into despair and wretchedness. "Why didn't you say so?"
The man shook his head, his lips moving without forming words.
Kadeg spun around again and started running. He could get the priests back. He had the ancient quill. He slammed to a stop, realization clutching his pounding heart. He could save his kingdom and his people. But he wouldn't be in time to save the beautiful demoness too...