He tightened his grip. “Funny. I seem to be the one whose hand is clamped around your throat. I could break your neck with minimal effort. A flick of my wrist, if you will.”
“Let me go before the guards show up, and I’ll not mention you were here.” She struggled against his grip.
He laughed. “You’re quite hysterical, considering your guards have lost their heads. Literally.” Fear flashed in her eyes, and she stiffened.
“Who are you?”
“I’m the one asking the questions.” He pressed his body into hers and rather liked the feel. She had curves in all the right places. “Your name?”
“He’ll kill me,” she whispered.
He arched a brow. “Well, you seem to be in a predicament. I’ll kill you if you don’t cooperate, and Zolar will kill you if you talk. Hmm. What to do?” He lifted a shoulder. “I can’t guarantee mine will be any less painful.” The scent of fear tickled his senses. Was she afraid of him, or that ass of a god?
“I didn’t ask to come here.”
“I’m sure you didn’t, but then again, neither did I. If I recall, my brother didn’t ask to be tortured. Nor did my people beg to be held prisoner.” He scratched his chin with his free hand. “I’m also pretty sure my sister-in-law didn’t ask for your invasion of her body.”
Her sexy mouth dropped open. “You... You’re Prince Zander.”
“How do you know I’m not Greydon or Orien?” His patience was tiring, and he wanted answers.
“Because Greydon was never captured, and I know where Orien is.”
Now she had his full attention. “Don’t think you can play me for a fool.”
She tried to shake her head, but his grip was too tight. “Offer me your protection and I can help you.”
Zander hadn’t seen that one coming. The male side of him wanted to pull her close to him so he could protect her, among other things. After all, it had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. The demon part of him didn’t trust a word she said. This female would do anything to survive. Of course, did he have any right to lay blame? He would and had done what was necessary in order to survive himself.
“Why should I believe anything you tell me?”
An alarm blared in the distance. It seemed the god had figured out his prize, Bethany, was missing. At least Zander hoped Fang had freed his mate. The demon was resourceful, if nothing else. Time to speed things up, since he’d soon have to flee.
“They know you’re here,” she whispered.
“Doubtful. The idiots have probably only now realized they have been infiltrated, and the girl is gone.”
Her eyes widened again. “Bethany? They came for her?”
“Apparently, you know nothing about our society. Do you think the protector would allow his mate to be taken from him? Fucking fools. Time has run out, so I have no choice but to take you with me.”
Relief swept over her fine features.
“Don’t think your pretty little neck is out of the woods. I don’t guarantee your safety or that I still won’t kill you.” He let his fangs descend. “I may drink you dry, or perhaps use you as bait to get to Zolar. I’ve yet to decide.” He didn’t miss the fear masking her beauty before he sent out his power and zapped her ass to sleep. It would be much easier to escape with an unconscious female than one screaming and fighting.
Tossing her over his shoulder, he summoned a portal as he heard an army of footsteps descending down the hall. He jumped in and was pulled away before they could stop him. He needed to find a secure place to keep sleeping beauty where she wouldn’t be found, so he could get back to Greydon and let his brother know he was fine.
* * *
Sheila tried to move,but her limbs refused her commands. Slowly, she opened her eyes and after a couple of blinks to clear the fog, she saw him. He stared at her from a chair, and she returned the favor. It was then she realized her wrists were bound and tied above her head to a headboard. Also, her skirt had hiked up so high it threatened to show what color her panties were. Had he done that to her? She glared even harder.
“Let me go!”
“Not today.” His voice was void of any emotion.
She moved her gaze around the room, but it was an odd place. The walls looked like smooth colored stone and it smelled of minerals and earth. “Where am I?”
“I suppose it won’t hurt to tell you. Underground. This place is where my brother hid. Only way out is by magic and last I knew you were lacking in that area.” He raised a brow and skimmed her body. “Though you’re not lacking in many others.”