Angling his jaw out, he averted his gaze. "What's taking you so long?"

Unable to resist, he glanced down at her again and saw that her shoulders had pinched together in an unhappy slump. He knew he was being a bastard, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. He had a devil riding him, and the devil wore worn cowboy boots, smoked a cigar and answered to Julian's name.

"I have pieces of two broken hairpins, not a magic bottle labeled 'miracles,' " she said tightly. "The locks on these manacles are a lot smaller than the ones on the doors. I'm having trouble getting at the tumblers inside." Angling her head up, she gave the chains over his head a grim look. "And not only are you taller than I am, but your wrists are locked above your head. God only knows how I'm going to get at those."

"You're going to climb up my body, that's how," he told her. "If you have to, you can kneel on my shoulders. Hurry up. Justine's lackey isn't going to be gone for that much longer."

"I know that," she snapped. "Leave me alone, so I can work."

He bit back the retort that rose to his lips, and stood in clenched silence while she twisted to reach the lock of the manacle at the correct angle.

He muttered, "Your mom has called on a lot of help in searching for you, including Graydon from the Wyr demesne and Soren. I suppose if you could have called Soren by now, you would have."

She paused only for a moment. "Soren and my mom go way back, but he's her friend, not mine. I don't have a connection to him, although right now I sure wish I did."

How long had it been since Vampyre Guy had left? Like windowless casinos that deliberately masked all signs of time passing, it was impossible to calculate how long Julian had been in the heavy darkness of the caverns.

But it had been long enough for him to realize that Melly's nearness was just as excruciating as he had always known it would be. Certainly it had been long enough for them to argue and snipe at each other the way they always did whenever they saw each other these days.

It had also been long enough for him to realize he wanted her as much as he ever had. Perhaps even more so, as the long years without her had only served to make his hunger for her that much more urgent.

The thought that had been circling at the back of his mind came to the forefront again he could take her. He could get his hunger slaked, at least for a time.

The prospect wasn't exactly a done deal. Apparently, to go by her angry responses to him, her emotions were just as complicated for him as his were for her, and the arousal he had sensed when he fed from her had no doubt been enhanced by the intoxicating properties in his bite.

But if he chose to go after her and set his mind to the task, and if he got her, maybe he could make the infernal noise in his head and his heart quiet down for a little damn while.

This time, instead of recoiling from the idea, he actually considered it as he watched her work. His sensitive hearing picked up the miniscule sounds of the ends of the hairpins scraping on the metal of the manacle. Her fingers jerked as the makeshift pick slipped, and she swore.

His gaze ran down the shapely curve of her hourglass back and lingered at her round, sweet ass.

Mine, he thought. He had lost so much of what had passed for a soul that not even he could tell if the thought was cold-blooded or heated.

You will be mine again. I'll take you. I'll make you want it.

I'll make you want me again, at least for a while. Only this time I won't wait for our different lifestyles to pull us apart, or for you to cheat again.

I'll take you and make you mine, until I choose to walk away.

By sheer force of will, Melly forced her hands to remain steady as she tried again to pick the lock on the manacles.

On the one hand, this whole nightmare pretty much topped every other bad memory she'd ever had.

On the other hand, it was kind of a dream come true to have Julian hog-tied and at her mercy. She could get in his face and yell what the fuck until she got it all out of her system. Think of how cathartic that would be. Really, it could take her days.

The last occasion they had spent any significant time together was when he had broken up with her. She didn't want to think about that right now, but her mind went there anyway.

He had been so icy and terse. The lover who had known her body and desires so intimately had vanished as if he had never existed, and the stranger who had taken his place had a face like a stone wall.

They had arranged to meet in Carmel, a charming coastal town in Monterey County. As she had spent the afternoon driving the scenic route through Big Sur, she had actually been daydreaming about leaving her life for him and living in that great, hulking pile of Machiavellian politics the Vampyres called Evenfall.

She had been amused by the idea, and optimistic, and not fifteen minutes later, he had accused her of cheating.

It had literally been a breathtaking experience. She had felt gut shot and utterly bereft. The confrontation devolved into a massive fight, while they hurled hurtful accusations at each other.

Funny. Looking back at it now, she couldn't even remember most of what they had said to each other.

Blah blah stop lying to me, he had said. Blah blah, I can't believe you won't believe me! she had said.

Along with more stuff along those lines. Now whenever she recalled that night, her memory was blanketed in a haze of shock and pain, although shards of clarity still stabbed at her, like the memory of how he had looked at her as if he hated her, and the cold, clipped tone of his voice.

Months later, she approached Xavier. Her pain had turned to outraged fury, and she had long since decided she didn't want to have anything to do with Julian. Anyone who could demonstrate such a lack of faith in her wasn't anybody she wanted to be with. By that point, all she wanted were some answers.

How had Julian become so convinced she had cheated on him? Somebody had to have told him so. But if so, who and why? Whoever it was, it had to be somebody Julian had trusted a hell of a lot more than he had trusted her...

If he had ever really trusted her.

Their liaison had only lasted a couple of months, but it had been unpopular to a lot of people. The Nightkind King together with the Light Fae heir heralded the possibility of a major shift in the balance in power in the North American Elder Races demesnes.

At the end of the day, what Melly really wanted was a name. She wanted to face her enemies, not have them in a position where they might be able to stab her in the back again.

But not even Xavier knew where Julian had gotten his information, and after that last terrible fight, she sure as hell wasn't about to go to Julian and ask, because she deserved so much better than what he had thrown at her, so really, screw him.

Justine was right, Melly thought. Sadistic and crazy, but right. Julian's dictatorial and arrogant, and inflexible doesn't even begin to cover it. He's the most infuriating son of a bitch I've ever known, and I don't even know why I'm fighting so hard to free him.

At that, she caught herself up. It was one thing to be angry at him and she was extremely angry at him. But it was another thing entirely to indulge in such vindictive thoughts, especially when she didn't even believe them herself, anyway.

TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO, AND I'LL DO IT! he had roared.

He might still look and act like he hated her, but when Justine turned the screws on him, he hadn't even hesitated.

More than anything, she wanted to sniffle and lean against his jeans-clad leg. She wanted a hug.

She really did want to haul off and clip him as hard as she could with her best right hook.

Gritting her teeth, she thought, I've got to hand it to you, soldier. There isn't anybody else in the world who can tie me into such knots.

Meanwhile, her sense of urgency escalated. Justine might not be back for a day or two, and they had a long time to go until then, but Julian was right it wouldn't take Anthony long to hunt down some prey and to pick up food and water.

The pieces of her pick slipped again. No matter how she tried, she couldn't get the damn pieces in the damn lock. Her core overheated, and she started to melt down.

"Julian," she said very low as she fought back tears. "I I don't think I can get this. The lock is too small, and I can't hold the pick at the right angle and still get the other piece inside to trip the tumbler. I need thinner pieces of metal, and I don't have any."

Silence spun out. When he spoke, he sounded entirely calm. "That's all right. Melly, look at me."

All the antagonism was gone. This was the Julian who had looked into the camera and told her she would be okay.

Damn it, the bastard Julian didn't bring her to tears anymore, but the nice Julian did. Blinking the wetness out of her eyes, she sat back on her heels and looked up at him.

He regarded her with an expression that was every bit as calm as he sounded, that wolflike gaze of his trained on her face. He even gave her a small smile. "It's all right," he repeated. We're going to go to plan B."

"I didn't know we had a plan B," she said raggedly as she swiped at her nose with the back of one hand.

"We're going to make one up right now," he told her. "Along with a plan C if we have to."

Rising to her feet, she frowned. "What do you have in mind?"

"You need to get out of here," he said. "And Vampyre Guy is the way to do that."

"No." She started shaking her head and decided not to stop for a while. "I'm not leaving you."

"You have to. He knows the way out, and when he shows up here again, he'll have brought in enough prey to keep the ferals satisfied until he can get out again. Meanwhile, Justine is busy doing other things. We don't know if we'll ever get another chance like this again."

"I couldn't convince him to make one lousy phone call," she pointed out.

"You almost did," he told her. "You have him half-seduced already, and you didn't even put the full weight of those gorgeous green eyes of yours into the effort. If he walks away, he'll have time to talk himself out of calling Tatiana, but if you talk him into taking you with him, you can make the phone call yourself."

A small, feminine part of her perked up. He still thought her eyes were gorgeous?

Well, now she was just being pathetic.

Ducking her head to hide her expression, she rubbed the back of her neck. After a moment, she muttered, "I don't know; it sounds really risky."

"Can you take him, if you had to?"

The question brought her gaze back to his face. His expression remained calm and steady. This was the man who had become a Roman emperor's most successful and celebrated general, and he was assessing her, not judging, maybe for the first time in twenty years.

Just the simple connection of his eyes meeting hers without antagonism shouldn't feel so exhilarating, but it did. Resisting the emotional pull of it, she fought to become as analytical as he had.

"I think so," she told him. "I've had a lot more training than most people realize. And he's not only a young Vampyre, but he's also taking a lot of his cues from Justine's behavior, even if he's doing so subconsciously. He doesn't see me as a threat."

"You think so, but you're not sure," Julian said. "Is that what feels so risky?"

"Well, I don't know for sure how much training he's had, and I'm not one to make that kind of mistake about somebody else," she pointed out. "But no, that actually wasn't what I meant. If Justine decides to come back before help arrives, and she finds me gone, you realize she'll kill you. If she can't torture you, you'll have lost all value to her."

"You can't think about that." He shook his head.

He sounded remarkably calm about the prospect of being murdered. Even as one part of her took note, she snorted. "You can't tell me what to think, or not to think."

His expression turned impatient. "The risk to me only means you'll have to hurry." He paused. "I'm pretty sure we're underneath San Francisco."

"Yeah, I figured that out already."

"That means help is a lot closer than you realize," he told her. "When you get out, you shouldn't just call your mom. You need to call Xavier too he'll be able to get trustworthy people to you much faster than Tatiana could."

She cast a leery glance over her shoulder at the empty cells. "Do you have any idea where we are in the tunnel system?"

"Nowhere I recognize." He angled his face up toward the chains overhead and braced his body to pull on them again. "If I had ever seen these cells or heard of them, I would have had them filled in with cement a long time ago."

As he strained to break free of his bindings, her gaze pulled back to him.

She didn't want to look. She didn't. But she also couldn't help herself.

Nothing about Julian was smooth or civilized. His powerful, heavily muscled body still retained a deep, burnished tan from when he had been human, and he still carried all the scars he had acquired throughout his years of waging war. The rough life he had lived showed on his hard face while he had been turned in his midthirties, he looked more like a man who was in his midforties.

His looks might be rugged, but he didn't carry an ounce of extra fat anywhere on him. While certain parts of Roman society had been famous for its excesses, it was clear that Julian had not taken any part of it. His tastes ran to the simple, even Spartan.

That had been another thing that had attracted her to him. Given the many opportunities to indulge in excess that he must have encountered throughout the centuries, he still maintained an aura of mature, settled discipline.

She had tried before to imagine him as a young Gladiator in the arena. Back then he must have been as dangerous as a lean, half-starved alley cat. Now, the alley cat had long since vanished. What stood in his stead was a scarred and even more deadly lion who carried the weight of having lived for many years in his prime.

The muscles in his biceps, chest and flat abdomen bulged as he heaved again at the chains. He was an old Vampyre, on a par with Justine in terms of sheer age, and given the years of the blood oaths he had taken, Melly thought she had some kind of inkling just how Powerful he really was. Yet there wasn't an inch of give in his restraints.

Disquieted, she swallowed hard. "Justine built this place too well."

Spearing her with a sidelong glance, he said, "Yes, and none of it is new construction. She must have been using these cells for years."

Rubbing her arms against the chill, she looked around. "You never could fully eradicate the feral Vampyre problem."

"No, I couldn't. No matter how many times I burned out the tunnels, eventually they always came back. Whether it was fair or not for them to judge me on that, it's always been a black mark against me in the Nightkind council." He wiped his face on one bare arm. "This has got to be a completely separate tunnel system, or I would have found it before now."

Her body wasn't doing very well at warding off the deep underground chill any longer. Shivers ran through her muscles, and she felt too hollow, almost lightheaded. She forced herself to concentrate. "What happened to turn Justine rogue? Do you know?"

His attention focused on her. "That's right, you don't know any of the events from the last two days. She tried to have Xavier assassinated."

"What?!" She hadn't thought she had any room in her to be shocked at anything else, but she was wrong. "Please tell me he's all right."

He gave her a grim smile. "Luckily, Xavier is one tough son of a bitch to kill. He needs some recovery time, but he'll be fine." Telling the story in a few concise sentences, he filled her in on what had happened in the Nightkind demesne over the last forty-eight hours.

She grew more dazed as she listened. When he reached the part of exploring Justine's property, tears sprang into her eyes. "All of them," she echoed. "She murdered all ninety-two of them."

"Yes."

Some crimes were unfathomable. Dashing a hand over her eyes, she fought to steady her voice. "I knew some of those people. Not well, but still, I knew them. Sofia. Her majordomo, Peter. He was always so charming."

Julian's hard expression, normally so cold whenever he looked at her, seemed to soften. "I know." After a few moments, he said quietly, "Melly, I think you might be going in shock."

"I'm all right." Her voice sounded flat and dull, and she couldn't muster the energy to put any strength into the words.

"I don't think you are." He spoke the words carefully. The thin beam of the flashlight caught in his eyes and made them glow.

Ha. If Julian was taking care with her, then she really must be looking rough.

Her shivering had grown more pronounced. Much as she didn't want to, she was going to have to eat the last of her stash. She couldn't afford to be shaky and uncertain when Anthony returned.

"I need to get back to my cell while I still can," she muttered.

Keeping her head down, she left his cell. She had to fumble three times before she could get the door locked again, and then she had to do it all over again with her own cell door.