Holly smiled. “Let’s go before they realize we slipped the net.”
A dangerous grin.
And they were moving again, two creatures designed for this environment. Not like a tiger was designed for a forest. No, they were the shadows that whispered behind the tiger, unseen, unnoticed. The climb was hard, and Holly felt it in her calves, in the backs of her thighs—especially when the acid green that had lingered in her vision since the eerie but awesome invisible trick faded from view.
Damn. Turned out she was human enough that she couldn’t just slither her way up a mountain with boneless ease. “Do you have bones made of jelly?” she muttered to Venom when they paused to make sure there were no threats up ahead.
“No. Spaghetti.”
Holly nearly snorted out a laugh.
Hitting him lightly on the shoulder with a fisted hand, she took the bottle of water he handed her. They drank from the same one rather than risk the faint sounds of opening a second bottle. Then, skin flushed with heat and her blood pumping, the two of them carried on across unfamiliar territory.
When her senses pinged once more, she just glanced at Venom and pointed in another direction, and they went that way. More climbing, more changes in direction, sweat beading on her brow despite the cold night air.
The stronghold appeared out of the darkness in a shock of light.
Holly had been so focused on avoiding vampires and hiding from angels that she hadn’t put much mind to how close they were to their target . . . or that Michaela had been the muse of artists across the centuries, many of whom had worshipped her.
Her stronghold was as beautiful as its mistress.
It rose up out of the primeval forest like a castle built for a queen. Delicate spires and spiraling walkways, a white stone that glowed even in the scant light of the stars and the small crescent moon. The light within was a soft gold, the angels she could see landing on the high balconies graceful silhouettes that made her heart ache.
A flag flew from the highest point of the highest tower. Probably Michaela’s emblem. Just barely visible from their position were the exquisitely maintained gardens that wove in and out through the stronghold. There were dark patches, too. Probably water, ponds or pools of some kind.
“I’d heard it was a wonder, Michaela’s home of the heart,” Venom murmured. “But this is unexpected.”
Holly’s own heart was too full of the beauty of what she was seeing to speak. An artist had spent years creating this, piece by piece, and their work had been cherished through time. The stronghold showed no signs of neglect or ill use. It made Holly furiously curious about what lay within, what wonders and beauties. She’d had such good times inside, and Michaela’s laughter, it had ensnared him until he’d been—
Holly didn’t hesitate. She shoved up her sleeve and deliberately bit down on her forearm, hard enough to draw blood.
Venom’s head jerked toward her, his eyes narrowing. “Problem?”
She bit down even harder, until the pain had chased the last of the fog from her mind. When she looked at the stronghold again, it hadn’t turned into a squat ugliness, was still graceful beyond compare—but she could admire it without being overwhelmed.
Releasing her abused forearm, she took several deep breaths. “Was Uram intimate with Michaela?” She hadn’t lived in the immortal world then, but she could vaguely remember an article in a magazine dedicated to immortal gossip. A reporter had written a gushing piece about how Uram and Michaela made the ultimate “power couple.”
“That’s a very specific question, kitty,” Venom murmured. “The answer is, yes. He was her lover before he became bloodborn.”
Holly dug her fingers into the earth where they crouched. “He loved her,” she whispered. “He saw her scheming mind and pitiless ambition, but he loved her anyway.” A wet heat burned her eyes. “When she laughed, he thought eternity might not be so full of ennui after all.”
Venom closed one of his hands over hers, lifting it from the earth. “You have his memories?”
“Flashes only. Mostly of her laughing or smiling.” She stared out at the stronghold. “I’ve never felt anything like this before from the otherness.” It didn’t surprise her when her chest began to hurt.
She didn’t have to look down to know the wings had reappeared.
Turning so that the glow was blocked by Venom’s body, she quickly shrugged off her pack and retrieved the outdoor jacket she’d packed for exactly this possibility. Once on and zipped up, it followed the lines of her body without bulking her up—most importantly, it was thick enough to block the glow.
“Okay?” she asked Venom to be sure.
He nodded, his hair sliding forward a little. “You can still feel it?”
“Oh, yeah.” Slipping her pack back on after stuffing her knit cap in it, as the jacket had a hood, she squeezed her eyes shut for two long seconds. “I may become a liability if these memories take me over. He was consumed with her.”
“Maybe Uram should remember that Michaela was probably the one who stoked up his ego to the point that he—” Venom cut himself off. “It’s fucking irritating that you don’t have the Tower clearance to know certain things.”
“Tell me about it,” Holly muttered. “Who do I have to sleep with to make that happen?”
Her question had been facetious, but Venom smiled slowly. “Let me get back to you on that.”
She gave him the finger.
His smile deepened, and suddenly, she was back to being herself, Uram’s memories held at bay. “Ready?”
A nod.
They flowed down the slight slope, then back up toward the stronghold. When Venom veered left, she didn’t disagree. He was attempting to get them behind the stronghold, which made a lot of sense. The area directly in front of the stunning structure was clear lawn interrupted only by a fountain that created a delicate fall of sound.
Hopefully, the back would be better in terms of hiding places.
Holly hugged the ground when two angels passed by within seconds of each other. The only reason the angels hadn’t spotted her and Venom was that they were in the narrow band of shade thrown by a foliage fence. Her heart drumming inside her chest, Holly padded along behind Venom, and when the green overlay appeared on her vision, she didn’t fight it.
She listened.
And stopped Venom as he was about to go around a corner. Instead, the two of them pressed their backs against the same foliage fence and blended into the night. The guard passed by within a few feet. There was no way he wasn’t going to see them when he turned left to continue his sentry duties.
Shit, shit, shit.
The guard turned.
Holly didn’t realize she’d thrown out her hand until it slammed quietly against Venom’s chest, halting his nascent movement to take care of the threat. His muscles quivered under her touch, his body held at taut readiness.
The guard looked straight at them.
His mouth began to open, but it was too late. Holly had caught his eyes. Caught him. He was an old vampire, but she was something other. And she was far, far stronger than she’d been before Daisy’s energy joined her own.
“We’re not here,” she whispered. “You thought you spotted something, but it was only an animal.” The latter was a deliberate choice of word. She didn’t know if Michaela kept cats or dogs or peacocks for that matter. The guard’s mind would fill in the blanks with the most appropriate image. “You’re on high alert, miss nothing, but there’s nothing here to see.”
The guard yawned before absently scratching his shoulder. She thought for a moment that she’d failed, but then he muttered, “Damn cats,” and moved on.