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  “Smoke,” Teresa repeated, right on cue. She passed a hand over her face, rubbing her forehead. “I could have sworn…” Her voice trailed off to nothing as she turned toward them.

  “It’s demon smoke, nothing more,” Gray told her before taking Noelle by the arms and giving them a squeeze. “I don’t care one iota that you are a Guardian, except when you put yourself in danger on my behalf—”

  “Smoke,” Teresa said again, this time much more forcefully. “I smell smoke. Noelle, do you—”

  “Fire!” Miles unceremoniously pushed Teresa out of the way and ran into the hall, gesticulating wildly. “The Abbey is on fire! Everyone must leave immediately!”

  “It’s not on fire, that’s simply smoke from… erm… another source,” Gray told the frantic man, who was trying to shoo them all toward the front door.

  “Don’t be ridiculous, man, the whole place is about to go up in flames,” Miles insisted, shoving Teresa toward the door before turning to Noelle. “It’s as dry as a tinderbox here!”

  “Miles, you’re overreacting to nothing,” Noelle said soothingly, even as she thought at Gray, He really is such a drama queen.

  That’s not all he is.

  Noelle giggled in his mind, about to explain to Miles that the smoke he saw and smelled was nothing more than theatrical smoke, when a dark shape loomed up in the doorway.

  “Where is he?”

  The voice boomed across the hall with the impact of a bulldozer, causing not only the lamps nearest him to shatter but also several pieces of quite pretty crown molding to crumble and fall to the floor with deadened thuds. Gray stiffened for a moment before flinging himself at the man. Noelle, recognizing the aura that surrounded the stranger, yelled a warning and hastily slapped a protection ward on Gray when he reached his target.

  “And just in time, too,” she murmured as she watched Gray go flying across the room, wincing when he slammed into the wall, leaving a Gray-shaped smear as he slowly slid down the wood paneling to the floor. Tell me you’re not going to be prone to throwing yourself at demon lords, because if you are, we’re going to have a very hard life.

  Gray moaned groggily in her mind as she helped him to his feet. Stand back, Noelle. That’s Amaymon, the demon lord who laid the vitiation upon me.

  So I gathered. That doesn’t mean it’s a smart thing for you to lunge at him. Demon lords tend to get snappish about that sort of thing.

  “Where is he?” Amaymon demanded again as he strolled into the room, his aura blackish blue, little tendrils of which sparked with energy. He was a large man, not overly tall but heavily built, with black hair, dark eyes, and an unremarkable face… but even so, there was something about him that raised the hairs on Noelle’s arms, warning her that he was the possessor of more power than she would ever wield.

  “He’s here,” Noelle said, standing in front of Gray, her mind calm even if her heart was racing with fear and apprehension. “But if you’re intending on doing something more to him, you should be aware that I’m a Guardian, and his Beloved, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect him. ”

  Woman! You will cease trying to hide me. I am the Dark One, you are the Beloved. You will hide behind me, where you belong!

  “Seriously?” Noelle asked when Gray tried to shove her behind him. “You’re going to stand by that ‘where you belong’ comment? You wouldn’t like to reconsider it before I have to explain to you the many, many ways that is so incredibly wrong?”

  “What’s a Guardian?” Teresa asked, moving a bit closer to Raleigh, who had been on Miles’s heels. “Is this another of your friends, Noelle?”

  We will discuss the issue later, Beloved. Until then, you will do as I say.

  Noelle snorted in his mind. Gray, I may love you, but that doesn’t mean I’ve suddenly lost all my wits. You’ve indulged in the macho he-man stuff for long enough, so let’s move on to the part of the day where you help me bargain with Amaymon.

  “Hello! Has everyone gone mad? The bloody house is on fire! We have to get everyone out. Now. ” Miles started to grab for Noelle, but a glare from Gray had him doing an about-face and more or less hustling Raleigh and Teresa out the door.

  Bargain with him? Are you insane? He’s a demon lord!

  One who no doubt has a price. We just need to find out what that is.

  “You are his Beloved?” Amaymon considered Noelle briefly before narrowing his gaze on Gray. “I know you. ”

  “Well, I should hope you do, after all that you’ve done to him. No, it’s all right, Teresa, you and Raleigh and Miles should probably leave the house. We’re just going to have a wee little chat with this… erm… with Gray’s business acquaintance. Perhaps you should call the fire department while you’re out there?”

  “I don’t like to leave you here,” Teresa said, her face puckered with worry. “Fires can be dangerous in old buildings like this. ”

  “We’re fine. We’re just a few steps away from the door, and if we see any sign of a fire, we’ll leave immediately, all right?”

  “I don’t like it, but all right. ” Reluctantly, Teresa and Raleigh exited.

  “It’s not all right at all. You stupid woman, what part of ‘the house is on fire and is going to fall down around your dense ears’ escapes you?” Miles asked, storming toward Noelle. “I insist that you leave immediately. ”

  “You are Johannes’s son, the one who has drained my valuable resources for the last four hundred years,” Amaymon said, his aura increasing.

  Although Noelle knew that most mundane people couldn’t see auras, they could feel them in close proximity, and when Miles passed the demon lord, a couple of the tendrils of power snaked out to sting him.

  He yelped and leaped to the side, rubbing his arm while exclaiming, “A manifestation! I’ve felt a manifestation right here in the hall! The spirits are clearly restless, and they know the house will soon be destroyed and us with it. We must all leave!”

  “No one is stopping you,” Noelle told him, making shooing gestures. “We’re fine. Although your little freak-out is getting kind of annoying. Isn’t it, Gray?”

  Gray didn’t answer, being involved in a stare-off with Amaymon. “Yes, I am Johannes’s son, the one you vitiated on his behalf. ”

  Amaymon looked downright annoyed. “That’s right, it was Johannes who demanded I do that. Peste! I knew he was trouble. I should have killed him when I had the chance. Instead, I gave in to his pleas to allow his potential the opportunity to ripen, and look how that ended. It cost me four hundred years of squandering resources by sending countless minions to track your movements, and for what purpose? It’s all very irritating. ”

  “If anyone has the right to be irritated, it’s me,” Gray protested. “I’m the one who has had to be on the run for all that time lest your minions find me. The blame for any squandering lies squarely on your head, thank you very much. ”

  “You could have stopped it at any time by simply staying in one place,” Amaymon answered.

  “And let your minions hack off my head? I think not. ”

  “They had much more important things to do than to give in to a pleasure trip. You, female, summon your Dark One,” Amaymon told Noelle. “I would have my jeton returned to me. ”

  Noelle glanced at Gray. Er… what was that about the minions having more important things to do?

  I don’t know, but he obviously thinks you are Johannes’s Beloved, not mine. Gray’s mind was forming and discarding all sorts of speculations. “Noelle is my Beloved, not my father’s. As for this jeton you speak of, I have no knowledge of it. ”

  What’s a jeton?

  I haven’t the slightest idea.

  “What exactly is a jeton?” Noelle asked Amaymon before leaning into Gray and pinching his side. You’re immortal and have lived a long time. You’re supposed to know archaic things like that.

  I do not have the memory of an elep
hant, Noelle. I do occasionally forget things, especially if it’s something I have no reason to recall for four hundred years.

  “Fine, we’ll all just stand here chatting while we burn to death,” Miles said, throwing himself into a chair, coughing at the resultant cloud of dust. He waved casually toward the hallway leading off the main room. “I’ll let you all know when I see actual flames, shall I?”

  “Who is Johannes’s Beloved?” Amaymon asked, ignoring both Noelle’s question and Miles.

  “He doesn’t have one. ”

  Amaymon’s eyes narrowed on Gray. “There was a woman, a mortal—”

  “My mother. She died when he did. ”

  The demon lord’s mouth tightened. “It matters not. Summon him to my presence. ”

  “I like you,” Miles told Amaymon in a chatty tone. “You know how to deal with people. I’m going to have to use that line. Assuming we survive the fire that is even now bearing down on us, of course. ”

  Gray?

  If you’re going to ask me if I’m thinking of handing over my father to Amaymon, the answer is, you’re damned right I am.

  Actually, I was going to ask if you thought we could use this jeton, whatever it is, to bargain with.

  Gray stopped dwelling, with much enjoyment, on the act of handing Johannes over to Amaymon and mulled that thought over. You mean, to lift the vitiation?

  Yes. He seems to want it quite badly. I mean, demon lords don’t come into the mortal plain very often, since it costs them so much power to do so and leaves their legions vulnerable in Abaddon. So for Amaymon to come to see us himself says that this whatever-it-is that your father has is something he very much wants.

  “What does the jeton look like?” Gray asked, crossing his arms over his chest and donning a nonchalant expression.

  “Bring Johannes,” Amaymon demanded again.