Bound By Darkness by Alexandra Ivy Page A

“I would guess it’s a potion used to keep him from aging. Mages are humans and must use magical herbs to make them immortal.”
    The suspicion remained.
    No big surprise.
    â€œYou’re sure it’s not a spell he’s about to cast?”
    â€œHe’s a dark mage.”
    â€œYeah, I got that,” she snapped impatiently. “All the more likely he’s about to create some nasty potion, right?”
    He studied her pale, perfect face. It was impossible to determine a vampire’s age. Jaelyn could be a few decades old or several millennia. But he suspected that she was barely out of her foundling years, despite her skills as a Hunter. There were too many gaps in her knowledge for her to be an ancient.
    â€œHis power comes from blood.” He wrinkled his nose in disgust. Blood magic was a perverted form of true magic. “Either his own or that of a sacrifice.”
    Her gaze weighed his open revulsion toward Sergei. “And your power?” she demanded.
    â€œA gift from nature.”
    It was the truth, and yet Jaelyn’s gaze narrowed as she sensed he was keeping something hidden.
    â€œThere’s more.”
    He hesitated. He preferred to keep a few of his lesser-known skills ... lesser known. It was, after all, his secret tolerance to iron that had allowed him to escape from Jaelyn just days ago.
    Who the hell knew when he might need another surprise or two?
    But her expression warned that she wasn’t going to stop nagging until she was satisfied with his answer.
    Dammit.
    â€œWhen necessary I can draw on the powers of others,” he admitted between clenched teeth.
    She stiffened. “How exactly does that work?”
    â€œRelax, poppet,” he assured her dryly. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I need power from a leech.”
    She studied him, not entirely convinced. “Hmmm.”
    He made a sound of impatience, pointed toward the nearby townhouse.
    â€œCan you sense the child?”
    Her lips thinned, as if she was annoyed to have to be reminded of why they were lingering in the foggy night.
    â€œNo,” she muttered, “but I think the spell that guards the baby prevents me from being able to scent it.” She tilted back her head, allowing her acute senses to absorb her surroundings. She abruptly turned to regard him with a hint of bewilderment. “The Sylvermyst is missing.”
    He nodded. “Tearloch left just before your dramatic arrival.”
    â€œHe left? Do you know where he was headed?”
    His lips twisted. “South.”
    Her annoyance intensified. “You know what I mean. I find it hard to believe he would willingly leave behind the baby after he went postal trying to track it down.”
    Ariyal had been equally startled when he’d caught sight of Tearloch’s slender form hurrying away from the townhouse. He had even taken a step to follow him, when he realized that the Sylvermyst was alone.
    He’d melted back into the shadows, forcing himself to recall that he was there to steal the baby, not confront his tribesman.
    â€œIf it was me, I would be seeking allies,” he shared his assumption. “Tearloch’s crazy, not stupid, and he has to know that we’ll be coming after him. And once word gets out he’s in London with the child ...”
    She shuddered. “Yeah, every nasty demon with delusions of grandeur is going to be trying to get their hands on the kid.”
    â€œWhich is why we’re going to be first in line.”
    â€œWe?”
    He met her mocking smile with a lift of his brow. “You’re the one who followed me, remember?”
    â€œUnfortunately.”
    His gaze drifted down her slender body. “Then we’re in this together.”
    â€œFine.” She snapped her fingers before his face until he returned his attention to her frustrated glare. “What’s your plan?”
    Plan?
    Hell, he hadn’t had a plan since