Stone Destiny (Stone Passion #3) (20 page)

Without slowing down, he looked over his shoulder and laughed, “Of course I am. Who else would I be?”

“I really don’t know,” she muttered, following him into a backroom that was like something out of an Arabian dream, with filmy material draped from the ceilings and pillows strewn about the floor, all in bold, jeweled colors. Amazingly, Omari just sort of flowed to the floor, situating himself comfortably on the floor and motioning for Ferris to join him. Awkwardly, her hand still on Fray, she stumbled down, falling on her butt with her legs flailing out in front of her. If Omari hadn’t put an arm on her shoulder to steady her she would have fallen over backwards.

“You must be careful, darling,” he crooned, running his hand down her arm and then back up before touching the tip of his finger to Fray’s snout. The little talons withdrew and the pain hit in a fresh wave, making her wince. Omari moved his fingers over the marks and warmth nudged out the pain.
“Oh, my poor dear! You’re going to have blood stains on your shirt. You should have a little faith, Fray. I’m not one to eat little dragons.”

Fray relaxed slightly until Omari ruined it by saying, “I only eat dragons when they’re fully grown.”

The talons dug back into her shoulder and Omari laughed heartily, running a soothing finger down Fray’s back, “I am teasing you, little dragon. I don’t eat dragons at all. Too crunchy.”

Once more the warmth pushed out the pain as he healed the tiny wounds. He met her eyes, laughter still shining so brightly she couldn’t help but smile again, “This little one must trust you
. Has he been with you long?”

Absently, she reached up and stroked Fray’s cheek, smiling as he butted his head against her chin. "I’ve only had him for a month.”

"Extraordinary," he murmured.

"He was a parting gift from the man I love," Ferris said, feeling th
e need to explain. "A gargoyle actually. I was sort of hoping you would be able to help me."

He arched a white eyebrow and she colored in mortification because she hated asking for anything, especially from a stranger. Swallowing her pride, she continued, "His name is Armand."

The man's eyes lit with interest and his smile grew a little shrewd but still he didn't speak. Clearing her throat, she dove right in, "I was just wondering if you had a vial of Medusa's blood lying around so I could… retard my aging?"

After a moment of silence, the brilliant smile lit his face once more and he leaned back on his pillows, “I might have what you need. Do you accept my terms?"

"Sanctuary?" she asked, just to clarify.

He nodded, excitement rolling off him and hurtling into her. "Young
Marick will appear on your doorstep two weeks after you return home. I would suggest finding your own apartment because Marick can be quite persuasive but he also enjoys his privacy, especially during intimate moments.”

“Um, I’m not looking for a roommate,” she interrupted. Raising her eyes to his, the heat burning through her cheeks, “Or a, um, lover.”

“Perhaps not immediately,” he conceded, looking at her with a measure of sympathy as he patted her hand. “But eventually….”

“I just want to know if there is a way I can stop aging so I can be there when Armand wakes up,” she blurted. “I’ll give the man a place to live and if he needs my protection, or whatever, I’ll do what I can, but I simply want Armand.”

He stilled, the energy around him coalesced and she realized she was in the presence of a very powerful being. Softly, his words barely more than a breath, he asked, “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?”

“Fifteen years,” she said automatically, clapping a hand over her mouth
to stop the intrusion of sound into his fury.

He shook his head, “I know what is going to happen, Ferris. Accept it and I will give you what you seek.”

Her eyes widened in her head and a fear she had never known before swept through her. This man, this wizard, could destroy her in an instant if he so desired. She was a fool to believe she could do business with such a being and come out on the other side unscathed. Scrambling to her feet, she stumbled backwards away from him, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.”

“The deal has been made, my darling Ferris,” he said, slowly coming to his feet, his movement graceful and strangely beautiful. He moved towards her, seemingly without movement, his hazel eyes glowing with power as he smiled, his teeth very white, “You will come to love
Marick. Oh, not as much as you love Armand, but Armand is going to be frozen for years. Are you just going to wait for him?”

“Yes,” she answered softly, almost certain of her answer.

He smiled, reaching out his long finger and touching her cheek. His eyes closed in ecstasy as he sucked in a ragged breath and Ferris’s skin prickled with unease at the burning sensation. Opening his eyes, he grinned and the energy swirling around him ebbed away and he was simply Omari, an old wizard once more. “Come, Ferris, let’s find you a room and then I will show you the Chicago few humans have ever seen.”

“I have a friend with me,” she said delicately, not wanting to anger the mad man again.

“Ah, yes, the ever loyal Ajreis,” he said with a mild grimace. “I fear the imp will have to find his own entertainments tonight. Imps and, er, wizards don’t get along.”

Ferris nodded her head in understanding, “Imps don’t get along with most people. But
Ajreis is different. He’s my best friend.”

Omari smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling once more, “No exceptions, I fear
. Ajreis will just have to enjoy the nightlife with his fellow imps tonight. In fact, he has already discovered his brethren and is at the moment losing himself in Naughty.”

“Pardon?” she asked, pretty sure he left a word off there at the end.

“He’s losing himself in Naughty,” Omari repeated. “It’s a magical realm in one of the bars that offers anything the mind can conjure up. Perhaps you’d enjoy a brief taste?”

“Uh, no,” she said quickly, shaking her head no. "What about Fray?"

“Bring him with us,” he grinned. "He'll be a hit with the nightingales."

Living at the Castle, Ferris had thought she had seen most of what the supernatural world had to offer but nothing could have prepared her for the decadence of
Others in their natural environment, unfettered by human rules and gargoyle guardians. The creatures here reveled in carnality, watching her with hungry eyes as they openly partook of willing human flesh and blood. Keeping close to Omari's side, she refused any and every drink that was offered to her for fear of what might happen if she drank something laced with the blood of an incubus or the magic of a faerie.

Satyrs, incubi, vampires, warlocks,
weres, all were accounted for in the magic nightclubs of Chicago. Scarily enough, she was fairly certain Omari was the most powerful creature there, holding the monsters at bay as he led her through the darkness. With every step she took she realized how sheltered she had been living at the Castle under the protection of the gargoyles. The creatures there respected the boundaries that had been put in place between the human world and the mythical realm whereas the creatures of Chicago looked as if they had no knowledge of such boundaries ever existing.

With wide eyes, she watched as a girl lost herself in ecstasy as a vampire drained her of her blood. The girl's eyes suddenly open and as she looked at Omari, her lips parted. Pulling away from the still feeding vampire, she stumbled closer to the old wizard. "Look at the light that surrounds you
… it's beautiful. You're beautiful."

She clutched her stomach and winced in pain the closer she got but she didn't stop. Ferris looked at Omari to gauge his reaction but the old wizard was ignoring the girl. She nudged him and when he looked at her, she shook her head, "Aren't you concerned?"

He smiled, the lines deepening around his eyes and making him look even more ancient than he had just five minutes before. "She's suffering from too much blood loss, my dear. Her master is taking care of her now. Look."

Ferris's mouth fell open as the handsome vampire gathered the pale girl up in his arms and carried her through the crowds. He kissed the girl's lips and her attention was once again upon the vampire and not Omari. Pleasure swamped her features and Ferris couldn't help but be intrigued by such behavior.
"Fascinating."

"There are creature
s here who could give you the most exquisite pleasure, Ferris," Omari said, his voice a hypnotic rumble in her ear. "Any number of them can help you forget a foolish gargoyle."

Ferris smiled at that, "I doubt that. Armand is quite unforgettable."

"All of them would do anything to taste your sweetness, including an old god that desperately wants a human," he said softly, his words warping her thoughts. "Haven't you ever wondered about what it would be like to have sex with an incubus? Or a vampire?"

Laughing, she shook her head no, "Never. There's only ever been Armand."

"Perhaps my young protégé will change your mind," he muttered, sipping at his drink that appeared out of nowhere.

"It's unlikely," she said with a soft smile, surprised when a drink suddenly appeared in her
hand. Looking at Omari, she frowned, "I don't want this."

"You look thirsty. Drink,
" he grinned. Nodding towards the colorful concoction, he added, "It's safe, Ferris. I have no interest in hurting you."

Holding his hazel eyes, she took a cautious sip. Tropical flavor burst over her tongue, bathing her insides in a warm glow. She then spent the rest of the night mesmerized by the shadier side of supernatural life, chuckling at the little anecdo
tes Omari whispered in her ear.

The Price to Be Paid

At some point in the years since Armand became frozen in stone, Ferris figured out how to live again with only the occasional plummet into despair at the thought that she would never see Armand again. She was able to laugh and pretend she had a life because she had discovered a true friend in Marick. He was the perfect man and if her heart hadn't been irretrievably tied to Armand's she might have fallen in love with him.

Just as Omari had promised, two weeks after she returned from her visit with the old wizard
Marick showed up on her doorstep, looking like something out of an erotic western. He had a long duster on over a pair of leather pants with cowboy boots and a Stetson, his dusty blond hair hanging to his broad, broad shoulders and his six pack abs begging to be licked.

Not by her, of course, but still… begging to be licked.

He smiled at her, his teeth brilliant white and too perfect, and his hazel eyes sparkled with laughter. There was something so familiar about him but he was so dazzling she couldn’t think about whom he reminded her of. He wasn’t human, of course, but he never got around to telling her what, exactly, he was. And then he became one of her best friends, teasing her, laughing with her, bringing her back to life. He also spent a lot of time flirting with her, trying to seduce her and half the time she almost thought he was serious.

“What are you?” she had asked.

He was silent for a moment before his lips curved into a brilliantly wicked smile, “I’m a lesser god.”

Cocking her head to the side, she frowned, “I’ve never heard of you.”