Free Beyond the Darkness by Alexandra Ivy Page A

half dozen silver splinters in his shoulder that were already aching.
    “Your glorified head is going to be displayed on Caine’s trophy mantel if you don’t get a move on it,” he rasped.
    Levet snorted, assisting Harley to her feet. “As if I fear a flea-bitten cur.”
    Striding forward, Salvatore knocked away Levet’s hand and pulled Harley close. His logical mind understood he was being ridiculous. His instincts, however, couldn’t bear for any man to be near this woman.
    “Caine’s working with a powerful Were who has tapped into black magic,” he snapped.
    Levet’s eyes widened in alarm. “ Sacre bleu. What are you waiting for?”
    Salvatore shook his head as the demon scurried down the dark tunnel, his tail twitching in agitation. He turned to regard his companion with a somber expression. Who knew what was waiting for them?
    “Stay close,” he warned softly.
    Her eyes flared in the darkness. “As if I have a choice.”
    “You never did,” he said, leaning forward to steal a short, possessive kiss.
    Then, grabbing Harley’s hand, he tugged her to him as they strode after the retreating gargoyle.
     
    Salvatore kept their pace slow but steady as they wound their way through the dark tunnel. He wasn’t running headlong from one enemy, only to blunder blindly into the clutches of another.
    Not that his reasonable caution was appreciated by his companions.
    At his side, Levet muttered French curses and behind him, Harley kept herself occupied by comparing him to several body parts of animals, none of them complimentary.
    What was the point in being king if he couldn’t have a little respect?
    Gritting his teeth, Salvatore attempted to ignore the silver that remained imbedded in his flesh, making it impossible for him to shift into wolf form. His wounds wouldn’t heal so long as the silver remained.
    And worse, it was another drain on his fading strength.
    The very thing he didn’t need.
    He intended to make Caine and Briggs pay for every moment of this misery.
    In blood.
    Levet broke off his inventive curses, glancing over his shoulder. “The curs have entered the tunnel.”
    Salvatore’s pace never faltered. “They won’t be the only ones.”
    “What do you mean?” Harley demanded.
    “If Caine has any sense at all, he’ll have sent a few curs overhead to try and cut us off at the exit.”
    “So you have effectively trapped us down here?” she accused, her angry tone unable to hide the fear he could sense in the air.
    “Of course not,” he smoothly lied, coming to a halt. The mark of any great leader was convincing others you knew what you were doing, even if you didn’t have a clue. Besides, he didn’t want to listen to any more bitching. “Levet, can you cut off our pursuers?”
    The gargoyle sniffed. “My talents are boundless.”
    “Can you do it without bringing the entire tunnel down on our heads?”
    He lifted his tiny hands toward the ceiling. “We shall see.”
    Not entirely reassured, Salvatore grabbed Harley’s arm and pulled her farther down the tunnel.
    “You might want to give him some room,” he muttered. Then, as a pulsing shaft of light speared through the darkness, he abruptly turned his head. “And hide your eyes.”
    “Not again,” she muttered, the words barely leaving her lips when the explosion sent them both tumbling backwards.
    Rolling on top of Harley, Salvatore protected her from the flying debris, relieved that they were the usual rocks and clumps of dirt to be found in a tunnel. He wasn’t in the mood for any surprises.
    “Ta-da,” Levet chirped, his wings flapping with pride as Salvatore rose to his feet and pulled Harley upright. They all silently studied the seemingly solid wall of dirt that now blocked the tunnel behind them. Then, just when Salvatore hoped that something had actually gone right, Levet glanced toward the low ceiling. “Oops.”
    “Oops?” Salvatore growled.
    “Maybe we should hurry.”
    Salvatore heaved a resigned sigh.