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It wasn’t an easy task. Levet wasn’t much of a thinker. He liked to jump headfirst into situations without bothering to consider whether it was a good or bad idea. How was a demon supposed to enjoy his life if he was forever avoiding disaster? Besides, some of his best adventures had come from situations any sane gargoyle would have avoided.
Now, however, there was a voice in the back of his mind that warned him that Inga wouldn’t be happy if he did something stupid and got himself killed. And the last thing he wanted was to disappoint the Queen of the Merfolk.
Sitting back, he cleared his throat. “I fear there’s been some confusion,” he forced himself to say.
Joya appeared alarmed by his words. As if she feared that she had somehow offended him.
“You don’t like the meal?”
“Non. It is perfection,” Levet hastily assured her.
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Then why do you believe I am confused?”
Levet nodded toward the table. “This cannot be for me.”
“Of course it is. We have been preparing a very long time for your arrival.”
“You keep implying that you were expecting me.”
“We were.”
Levet shook his head. The conversation was going in circles. It was starting to make him dizzy. Or maybe it was his hunger making him dizzy. Hard to say.
“How is it possible for you to expect me? I have no connection to the minotaurs.” He wrinkled his snout. “At least, none I can recall.”
His companion waved a hand toward a figure who was seated in the front row, the hunched body covered by layers of fur. The horns were stunted like his own and there was a heavy veil across the face, preventing him from getting a good look at the mysterious creature.
“Our seer had a vision of you.”
“Really?” Levet parted his lips in pleasure. Most of the time he got tossed into danger because the other demons considered him expendable. Who cared if something terrible happened to Levet? It was amazing to think that he was important enough to feature in his very own vision. Always assuming this wasn’t some terrible mistake. “And you are certain it’smoi?”
Joya nodded emphatically. “Quite certain.”
Levet scratched the tip of his snout with a claw. “And what am I doing in this vision?”
“Saving the minotaurs from utter destruction.”
“That is…” Monumental. Astonishing. Improbable. Levet coughed, trying to find a word that wouldn’t reveal his disbelief. “Nice. Um. Do you know how I achieve this miracle?”
“Me?” The female appeared shocked as she pressed her hand against the center of her chest. The question obviously troubled her. “How can we know the ways of gods?”
Gods? Levet shook his head. He had to have misheard. “Did you say clods,peut-être?”
“Why would I say clods?” The female abruptly bowed deeply enough to brush her horns against the dirt floor. “You are Levet. The God of Salvation.”
“Levet!” The ridiculous crowd once again surged to its feet. “Our savior!”
“Sacrebleu.”
Chapter 8
Ryshi clutched Sofie’s hand in a fierce grip as he lunged headfirst through the portal. There was no need for the dramatic exit. The gateway didn’t close. Or at least, he’d never had one close after he’d found it. But even as they were flying through the opening, he had an unreasonable fear that it might snap closed and trap Sofie on the other side. Without him to reveal the gateway it would be a certain death sentence for a vampire.
Why the possibility bothered him was a mystery. Being in different sections of the labyrinth might sever her hold on his brain. From there he could navigate his way out of the maze and continue his hunt that had been so rudely interrupted by the leeches a decade ago.
But there was no way in hell—or any other dimension—he was leaving Sofie behind. He would risk his own life to make sure she survived.
Why?
