“It’s none of your business, hunter,” I said sharply. “Get out of here.”

“What does the lycan want?” he demanded as his powers were sucked back into his body. Their sudden absence made me feel chilled, as if a damp cold had found its way into my bones.

“Her heart.” The words drifted down to us from the dark window, edged with a slight echo as they bounded briefly around the empty building before escaping into the night air. The tone held no menace, but sounded like the soft caress of a concerned lover wondering why his beloved companion was walking in the fading moonlight with another man.

Danaus stepped away from me and looked up at the building, his right hand unconsciously reaching for a knife at his hip, only to find that it wasn’t there. After our audience with the Coven, neither of us had thought to go back into the hotel room to get our weapons. I had been too distracted by what happened on San Clemente to think about such a little thing as self-defense. The hunter pressed his lips into a hard thin line and let his hand drop back to his side, his fingers flexing in their irritation.

“What’s going on?” he bit out.

“Mr. Gromenko has been sent to kill me,” I calmly replied, lowering my hand to my side. The key was still tightly gripped in my fingers. I was beginning to get the feeling that Danaus wasn’t going to leave. I didn’t want him hanging around when Nicolai attacked. I didn’t trust Danaus to keep his nose out of my business. The gods knew I couldn’t.

Danaus jerked his gaze back to my face, his beautiful blues widened in surprise and confusion. I knew what he was thinking. We had eaten dinner with this man an hour earlier. We smiled, laughed, and traded worried looks about the dark days that lay beyond the horizon. And now he had come to collect my heart.

“Jabari wants me dead,” I said with a shrug, as if that could explain everything. And in my world, it did. If an Ancient wanted something, it happened, regardless of what a person had to do to get it done.

Danaus opened his mouth to say something, maybe argue with what to me was a very logical statement, but before he could speak, Nicolai jumped down from his perch and lightly landed a few feet away. Danaus tensed and took a step closer, attempting to get between me and the lycan, but I laid a restraining hand on his arm. Beneath my cool fingers I could feel his muscles jump at my touch, and his energy arced through me, looking for a new home. He was tense and wasn’t exactly trying to keep his powers under a tight wrap.

“Danaus!” I snapped. My fingernails bit into his warm flesh, while at the same time a part of me struggled to keep his powers from burrowing within me. “This is not your fight. I don’t need your protection.”

The two men stared at each other. Danaus’s features were hard and unyielding, his jaw muscles tensed as he clenched his teeth. Nicolai’s face was emotionless, as if a veil had come down between his mind and his emotions. I didn’t know what he was thinking, and there were few ways more effective at starting a fight than rummaging around the mind of another creature who could sense it. Most humans wouldn’t know, but magical creatures could, the same way a wolf could sense a coming storm.

“Can he kill you?” Danaus demanded, still refusing to back off.

“He can try,” I replied, ignoring the shifter.

“Will you kill him?”

“Not if I can avoid it,” I admitted. I had no desire to kill Nicolai. He seemed like a nice guy and I honestly had nothing against him. This whole hunting-me-down thing was Jabari’s fault, not his. Of course, if killing him was the only way to save myself, I wouldn’t hesitate.

Danaus’s frowned deepened and he arched one thick eyebrow at me in question without his gaze wavering from Nicolai. Clenching my teeth, I shoved Danaus back a step. “I’m not some mindless killing machine,” I snarled.

The hunter snorted, making it clear he didn’t believe that bit of logic either. “Regardless, I can’t just walk away. The naturi are trying to break free. We can’t afford to risk your life needlessly.”

“Your concern warms my cold blood.” I thoughtlessly shoved the boat key back into my left pocket, irritated beyond rational thought.

“Mira—”

I didn’t let Danaus get any further. Grabbing a handful of his shirt, I jerked him around and slammed his back into the nearby building, earning a grunt from him. “I did not survive more than six centuries because I had some human with a chip on his shoulder watching my back. I will handle this without your assistance.”

“I’m not leaving. We promised to leave Venice together,” he murmured.

That was when it finally dawned on me. Sometimes it’s amazing how slow I can be to pick up on some of the little things in life. While we were flying to Venice, we promised that we would both get out of the city alive. I had taken that as an agreement on my behalf to keep him alive. It never occurred to me that he would attempt to protect my existence as well.

My grip in his shirt loosened and I took a half step away from him in surprise. Thoughts of Nicolai, the naturi, the Coven—they all slipped away for a couple of seconds. The air grew heavy with a strange silence that was broken only by Danaus’s heartbeat. It was faster than usual; faster than during our fights and faster than during our arguments. The beat was hypnotic, trying to tell me another of his great secrets, but I couldn’t understand what it was whispering to me.

“Fine,” the lycanthrope said nonchalantly, jolting me back from our own private world. “You stay.” The blond Adonis filled with rippling muscles reached around me and grabbed a handful of Danaus’s black locks. Pulling his head forward slightly, Nicolai slammed the back of Danaus’s head against the brick wall behind him before either of us could react. The hunter made no sound as he slid to the ground in a heap, pulling out of my grip.

I looked up at Nicolai, a smile wavering on my lips. “You better hope I kill you, because he’s going to be seriously pissed when he wakes up.”

“Then I guess we better get this done quickly,” he replied, stepping away from Danaus’s unconscious form. His dark brown eyes swept over the area, searching for something. His large, muscular frame was tensed, waiting for me to attack him. He would have been moving before I could flinch. But I wasn’t going to start this fight.

“There,” he said, with a jerk of his head. “The campo.” My eyes followed his gaze to the overgrown square with the crumbling pillars and broken sidewalk. It was beyond the church Danaus and I had been in. It appeared as if the three sides of the square were surrounded by small, empty buildings, while the fourth side looked out onto the Lagoon.

I walked in that direction and paused at the edge of the square beside a tall pillar, my hands resting on my narrow hips as I looked over the proposed battlefield. My only warning was a slight shifting in the air just half a breath before Nicolai threw his body into mine. A grunt jumped from my throat as he crushed me against the column. The cool, rough stone scraped and scratched against my bare arms and back like coarse sandpaper, threatening to remove a layer of skin. Snarling, I pushed him off me before he could get his feet planted again, pitching him halfway across the square. Like a cat, he easily landed on his feet, sliding a bit on the rubble that littered the area.

With one hand braced on the ground and his feet spaced apart, the lycan was poised to jump at me again. His eyes glowed with power, a strange copperish light, as a low growl rumbled in his chest. He wouldn’t risk changing. The process took too long and would leave him vulnerable to my attack.

A breeze stirred, pushing against the heavy wall of summer heat and thick moisture. The scent of the Lagoon teased my nose along with the musky scent of Nicolai. He was coated in the scent of fear, the scent of frustration.