Santiago sent his companion a startled glance. Roke was the clan chief from Nevada and was in an even fouler mood than Santiago since Styx had refused his return to his clan after the prophet had revealed he'd been seen in a vision.
“The poor witch,” he muttered. “That's not a punishment I would wish on anyone.”
Styx shrugged. “He was the only one available.”
Santiago froze. “Is there something going on that I should know about?”
A strange expression tightened Styx's lean features. Was it . . . embarrassment?
“Darcy insists that I devote my Ravens to trying to locate that damned gargoyle.”
Ah. Santiago struggled to hide his sudden smile. The Ravens were Styx's private guards. The biggest, meanest vampires around.
The fact he was being forced to use them to locate a three foot gargoyle who'd been a pain in Styx's ass for the past year must be driving him nuts.
“Levet is still missing?” he murmured. The tiny gargoyle had astonishingly played a major part in destroying the Dark Lord, but shortly after the battle he'd disappeared into thin air.
Quite literally.
“You find that amusing?” Styx growled.
“Actually I find it a refreshing reminder of why I'm happy to be a bachelor.”
Styx's annoyance melted away as a disturbing smile touched his mouth.
“Who are you trying to convince?”
Santiago frowned. “Convince of what?”
“That you're happy?” the older vampire clarified. “From all reports you've been storming around here, making life miserable for everyone since Nefri returned to her clan behind the Veil. That doesn't sound like a man who is content with his bachelor existence.”
Damn Tonya and her big imp mouth. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Santiago held out an impatient hand.
“Do you have directions to Gaius's lair?”
“Here.” Handing over a folded piece of paper, Styx suddenly grabbed Santiago's wrist, his eyes glittering with warning. “For now all I want is information. Is that clear?”
“Crystal.”
“The Oracles won't be happy if they find out you're trespassing in their playground,” Styx warned. “Stay below the radar,
amigo
, and be careful.”
Santiago gave a slow nod. “Always.”