Standing in my study with the hunter now staring at my back while the naturi lurked in my domain, I found myself grateful that he was back in town. He was as much a loose cannon as the naturi, but under most circumstances we had the same goal—destroy the naturi. And together we were an unstoppable force. The naturi had no defense against us.

Prior to his arrival, I had felt completely defenseless against the naturi. I couldn’t sense them the way I could humans and lycanthropes. I couldn’t tell if they were closing in on my secret sanctuary outside the city. Within my own domain, I had begun to feel both alone and trapped.

Reluctantly, I turned back around to face the hunter after turning over a third, silver-plated hourglass with black sand. Danaus had not changed since I’d last seen him, except that his black hair seemed a little longer. His face was nearly ageless. A rare smile shone on his features, making him appear in his mid-twenties, while the perpetual frown that crowded his eyes and tugged at the corners of his mouth put him in his late thirties to early forties—the visage of a time-worn warrior.

“I’m afraid to ask what has bought you back into my domain. Ready to continue our dance?” I asked, referring to our promise to one day fight to the death. Yet after all we’d been through, even that had the feel of a pathetic running gag. However, I knew without a doubt that we would indeed one day find ourselves on the opposite sides of the same battlefield.

“Themis sent me,” he replied. He shifted in his seat, from stretching his legs out before him to sitting on the edge with one elbow leaning on the arm of the chair.

“What does Ryan want?” I nearly growled. I knew I shouldn’t be so hostile. He had helped us fight the naturi in Crete. He had also attempted to protect us when the naturi threatened us in England. But this was also the same man that brought a helpless human named James into a known battle with the naturi. He had needlessly risked James’s life, and I found that unacceptable. It also didn’t help that Ryan was an extremely powerful warlock, making him a special kind of dangerous.

“He wants me to stop threatening the researchers at Themis,” Danaus replied.

A wide grin spread across my mouth and I returned to my spot in front of my desk. I crossed my left ankle over my right as I folded my arms over my newly mended stomach. “Danaus, have you gone rogue?” I taunted. “Finally come over to the dark side?”

“Hardly,” he said with a snort. “The naturi are hunting me. They attacked a safe house in Paris, another in London, and the Compound twice. Three of my hunters were killed along with a couple of researchers.” His tone grew angrier and more frustrated with each word, and his hands tightly gripped both arms of the chair.

A part of me wanted to gloat over the loss of his hunters, but I wasn’t that coldhearted. They might have killed nightwalkers for some misguided notion, but they were still human, and no human deserved to die at the hands of the naturi.

“So you decided to lure them here?”

“It looks like they’re already here,” Danaus pointed out. “How are they finding you? They shouldn’t be able to sense you.”

“I don’t think they can. It could be Macaire pissed at me and telling them where to find me at any given moment,” I complained, hating the Ancient with a fresh passion. Macaire had instigated a bargain with the naturi, which in turn got me stuck on the Coven in an effort to break the bargain. Without a doubt, the nightwalker was not one of my bigger fans. “Mostly, it’s been a matter of luck,” I finished with a shrug. “I have to make appearances around town, conduct business. Naturi are crawling all over my city. It usually doesn’t take long for one to spot me. However, they generally attack only in a pack.”

“Ryan believes that may change if Aurora is freed.” Danaus paused as he sat back again. “He seems to think the naturi will grow in power if she returns to the earth.”

“Moving them from just a shadow to a full-blown nightmare,” I finished. Pushing away from the desk, I stood in the middle of the room, dropping my fists to my sides. “Fantastic. They’re enough trouble now. We don’t need them as a major powerhouse.”

“Since it’s too dangerous to let the naturi hammer against Themis, I thought I would come here,” Danaus said.

“And let them hammer against Savannah instead,” I snapped. “You may not believe it, but keeping the people of Savannah safe and alive is my job as well.”

“Then why stay? Your presence here endangers them as much as mine does.”

“Because I have nowhere else to go. Do you honestly think any other nightwalker would welcome me into their domain with the naturi snapping at my heels?”

“There is always Venice.”

Yes, there was always Venice. Home of the nightwalker Coven. It was said to be the one place that naturi would not go, but even that theory had been destroyed recently when Macaire and Elizabeth elected to side with the naturi. Venice might protect me from the naturi, but it would not protect me from Macaire. I suspected my maker, Sadira, was also there, and she would not welcome me with open arms either.

“There is nowhere to go,” I said firmly, leaning back against the desk again as my gaze fell to the floor. “This is my home, my domain. The naturi will not force me from my home.”

“We’re stronger together,” Danaus said. That he would admit such a thing aloud surprised me. But there was a catch to his plan.

“So are the naturi.” My gaze snapped back up to his face and I frowned. “Their attacks could become more violent with you here now. If they can kill us both at once, we will have no way of closing the door if it is opened.”

“Would you rather I left?” he asked, pushing to his feet. I stepped forward and nearly laid a restraining hand against his chest, but stopped myself just before I touched him. His warm, vibrant energy danced across my open palm and down my bare arm. It was unbelievable that I had managed to forget what it was like to come into contact with his powers. The warm energy blanketed me, wrapping around me like a pair of flannel pajamas.

“No,” I murmured, lowering my hand back to my side. I opened and closed my hand, flexing my fingers to rid myself of the lingering feel of his energy. “You’re right. We are stronger together.”

“But…” he prompted.

“You can’t hunt nightwalkers while you’re here,” I growled. “I can’t worry about protecting my kind from both you and the naturi. If you cause problems, I’ll gut you and send your charred entrails back to Ryan in a doggie bag.”

“Mira—”

“Non-negotiable, Danaus. Penelope’s death proves that you can’t be trusted to protect a nightwalker ally. You have to swear to me that you won’t attack another nightwalker.”

“And if I’m attacked?” he said, narrowing his beautiful blue eyes at me.

“Defend yourself. I’ll keep the nightwalkers here from harassing you,” I promised, leaning against the desk behind me.

“Like Venice.” His tone sounded skeptical and his expression darkened.

“I got you out of Venice unharmed and no humans were endangered in the process. What more could you ask for?”

Danaus merely grunted at me. Unhappy with my less than enthusiastic welcome into my domain, he returned to his chair. What did he expect? Last time he was in Savannah, five nightwalkers had died and he brought news of the naturi. His appearance wasn’t exactly a good omen.

My other concern was becoming too dependent on his presence when it came to taking on the naturi. Danaus could sense the naturi nearly as well as he could sense me. It gave us an edge in tracking them down and fighting them. I was willing to believe it was why either of us had survived as long as we had. Of course, my fire manipulation and his ability to boil blood also helped.