In Darkness We Must Abide by Rhiannon Frater

Author:Rhiannon Frater [Frater, Rhiannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Paranormal, Vampires, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), Witches & Wizards
Amazon: B00K652UNY
Published: 2014-05-06T00:00:00+00:00

Sprawled across a white brocade divan, Leto watched Aeron pacing before the flames in the hearth. Dressed only in linen trousers, the vampire nearly matched the whiteness of the marble fireplace. Though the walls and floor were ivory and decorated with white furniture, the darkened room was aglow in orange-yellow glow of the fire. It was a relief from the stark whiteness that inhabited most of Aeron’s haven.

The heavy, warm bodies of the two wolves sharing the divan with Leto reminded her of the fur pelts Aeron had worn when he’d first found her so long ago. At the sight of the wolf hide, she’d attacked him only to learn what so many of his enemies would discover over thousands of years of conflict. Aeron could not be killed.

“Must you have them on my furniture?” The purple eyes flashed red for a second with indignation.

One of the wolves yawned, while the other snoozed with his head on her lap. Leto had saved them from a poacher when they were mere cubs, and they were usually at her side in quieter moments. Without answering, Leto continued to stroke their furry backs. When she’d finally close her eyes to sleep, they’d press against her bare skin, warm and loving. It was the only true comfort she had anymore. Because of Aeron, the world was in turmoil and her werewolves were in danger. She’d do anything to protect them, even if it meant sacrificing some of her own blood.

Aeron snarled, flashing one fang at her.

She grinned in response, her mouth full of sharp teeth.

That elicited a slight smile from Aeron. “You don’t worry about displeasing me.”

“You can clean their black hair off your precious white divan after I retire if it bothers you so much.” Sitting up, Leto’s dark hair spilled over her shoulders and breasts. She was naked except for a filmy black scarf wrapped around her hips. After spending a few hours in her miso-likos form, clothing agitated her.

There was a soft, hesitant step at the door to the room. Swiveling about, Aeron regarded the young woman in the doorway imperiously.

“What is it, Kallos?” Leto asked swiftly, not wishing for Aeron to aim his dangerous mood at the nervous woman.

“All of the likos have returned except for Dexios,” Kallos timidly said. She was tall and very slender with masses of medium brown wavy hair. Thick, dark eyelashes edged her green eyes.

“Likos…”Aeron grunted. “You mean the wolves.”

“My wolves,” Leto said sharply. “My likos.”

Aeron often scoffed at Leto for clinging to her Greek heritage. Many of her children had Greek names and called themselves the likos among themselves. Though Kallos was descended from Leto, her family line was diluted with mortal blood. In fact, Kallos was human enough that Aeron had committed the worst sins against Leto when they’d been adversaries. He’d made Kallos a vrikolakas, a vampire. A hundred years had passed since then, but Leto’s anger had not diminished over time. Aeron was arrogant and foolish enough to believe that Leto had sided with him out of lust for power.

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