fact, very goodlooking. But Tain was an Immortal and not to be trusted.
As she approached the throne, she glanced to the side at the large collection pool set into the floor. It was filled with a brilliant opalescent substance that was neither liquid nor gas. Living magic.
The pool dimensions were six-foot-by-ten-foot, and it was nearly half full of the shimmering stuff. She had been collecting it over the past several months-at Amadja's request. It was hard work, not that she'd thought to refuse. She owed him her life. It seemed an eternity ago that the Mother Goddess had locked her away in a little-known dimension. If Amadja hadn't found her and set her free, she'd be there still-not alive, but unable to die.
"Hello, love," she purred as she stepped carefully onto the dais on which the throne sat. She made sure
the slit in her long skirt fell open, revealing her shapely bare leg. She saw Amadja's gaze drop and knew she'd caught his attention. "I have something special for you tonight."
She trailed her hand lightly up his arm until he noticed the glow of her skin and snatched up her hand to examine it.
"What's this?" Awe filled his voice as he looked up into her face.
"I thought you'd like it." She pulled her hand from his grasp and crossed to the collection pool, moving her hips in deliberate invitation. When she reached the edge of the pool, she dragged her fingers down the length of her arm, letting the magic collect around her fingertips like cotton candy. When she had a handful, she held her hand over the pool and let the magic slide off.
She repeated this over and over, alternating arms. Her usual yield was four or five scrapings. By her eighth, Amadja rose from his throne and came to her. She flushed with pleasure under his scrutiny.
"What manner of creature did you take this magic from?" Amadja demanded.
"I don't know, exactly," she admitted. "At first, I thought he was human, but when I felt his energy, I knew he couldn't be. Then I thought. . " She let the words die because what she'd thought still didn't make sense.
"Did you kill him?"
Daphne gave the demon lord a sharp look. "Of course not. Do you think I would destroy my best source of magic? He passed out after we finished, so I left him to sleep it off. When he wakes, he's going to be so high on life, he'll be back for more."
She dragged her hand down her arm again for another scraping and was about to let the magic slip into the pool when a hand grabbed her arm from behind. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled when she realized it was Thin. She shivered as he ran his hand along her arm. Everyone knew Thin was insane. She had no idea what he'd do to her.
But he merely rubbed the magic between his fingers. Immediately the substance seeped into his skin, giving his complexion a healthy glow. Even the wild light in his eyes seemed to calm. It was as if he'd been lit with an inner vitality and strength.
"It can't be," he muttered to himself before addressing her. "Describe the man."
She glared at him. Despite her fear, she had no intention of taking orders from him.
"Lilith, please," Amadja said in his velvety smooth voice. "This is important."
She turned to him, hating the way his voice made her want to do as he asked. "It's not Lilith anymore," she said defiantly. "It's Daphne." Lilith was the name she used before she'd been imprisoned, and she needed no more reminders of that time.
"Daphne," he corrected. "Please describe the man." She spoke to Amadja, but it was Thin who reacted. "Darius."
She quickly turned to him, surprised. "Do you know him?"
"He's my brother."
Daphne felt her jaw fall open and quickly closed it. "An Immortal. I saw the pentacle tattoo on the back of his neck, but even with all the living magic, he didn't feel as strong as an Immortal."
"Are you sure, Tain?" Amadja asked, clearly concerned.
"Positive," the Immortal said, rubbing his fingers together again as if he still felt the magic there. "I recognize his
As she approached the throne, she glanced to the side at the large collection pool set into the floor. It was filled with a brilliant opalescent substance that was neither liquid nor gas. Living magic.
The pool dimensions were six-foot-by-ten-foot, and it was nearly half full of the shimmering stuff. She had been collecting it over the past several months-at Amadja's request. It was hard work, not that she'd thought to refuse. She owed him her life. It seemed an eternity ago that the Mother Goddess had locked her away in a little-known dimension. If Amadja hadn't found her and set her free, she'd be there still-not alive, but unable to die.
"Hello, love," she purred as she stepped carefully onto the dais on which the throne sat. She made sure
the slit in her long skirt fell open, revealing her shapely bare leg. She saw Amadja's gaze drop and knew she'd caught his attention. "I have something special for you tonight."
She trailed her hand lightly up his arm until he noticed the glow of her skin and snatched up her hand to examine it.
"What's this?" Awe filled his voice as he looked up into her face.
"I thought you'd like it." She pulled her hand from his grasp and crossed to the collection pool, moving her hips in deliberate invitation. When she reached the edge of the pool, she dragged her fingers down the length of her arm, letting the magic collect around her fingertips like cotton candy. When she had a handful, she held her hand over the pool and let the magic slide off.
She repeated this over and over, alternating arms. Her usual yield was four or five scrapings. By her eighth, Amadja rose from his throne and came to her. She flushed with pleasure under his scrutiny.
"What manner of creature did you take this magic from?" Amadja demanded.
"I don't know, exactly," she admitted. "At first, I thought he was human, but when I felt his energy, I knew he couldn't be. Then I thought. . " She let the words die because what she'd thought still didn't make sense.
"Did you kill him?"
Daphne gave the demon lord a sharp look. "Of course not. Do you think I would destroy my best source of magic? He passed out after we finished, so I left him to sleep it off. When he wakes, he's going to be so high on life, he'll be back for more."
She dragged her hand down her arm again for another scraping and was about to let the magic slip into the pool when a hand grabbed her arm from behind. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled when she realized it was Thin. She shivered as he ran his hand along her arm. Everyone knew Thin was insane. She had no idea what he'd do to her.
But he merely rubbed the magic between his fingers. Immediately the substance seeped into his skin, giving his complexion a healthy glow. Even the wild light in his eyes seemed to calm. It was as if he'd been lit with an inner vitality and strength.
"It can't be," he muttered to himself before addressing her. "Describe the man."
She glared at him. Despite her fear, she had no intention of taking orders from him.
"Lilith, please," Amadja said in his velvety smooth voice. "This is important."
She turned to him, hating the way his voice made her want to do as he asked. "It's not Lilith anymore," she said defiantly. "It's Daphne." Lilith was the name she used before she'd been imprisoned, and she needed no more reminders of that time.
"Daphne," he corrected. "Please describe the man." She spoke to Amadja, but it was Thin who reacted. "Darius."
She quickly turned to him, surprised. "Do you know him?"
"He's my brother."
Daphne felt her jaw fall open and quickly closed it. "An Immortal. I saw the pentacle tattoo on the back of his neck, but even with all the living magic, he didn't feel as strong as an Immortal."
"Are you sure, Tain?" Amadja asked, clearly concerned.
"Positive," the Immortal said, rubbing his fingers together again as if he still felt the magic there. "I recognize his
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