Darkness Eternal by Alexandra Ivy Page A

walk around strumming a damned harp.”
    Her laughter filled the glade at the image of Uriel with a harp in his hands. His resemblance to a celestial being would be unmistakable.
    “Hmmm. I see your point,” she admitted.
    “Of course, if you were to join me in my lair I would be happy to . . .”
    He bit off his words as an unmistakable chill pierced the air.
    “Uriel,” Kata breathed, scrambling to her feet to tug on her forgotten gown.
    “I sense it.” He was swiftly at her side, pulling on his jeans and T-shirt before snatching up the long, extremely sharp sword. “Vampire.”
    There was another burst of cold, and Kata hissed in horrified disbelief.
    No, it couldn’t be.
    Not even her shitty luck could be this bad.
    But even as she tried to convince herself it had to be some ghastly mistake, the familiar sense of doom settled in her heart.
    “Marika.”
    “Impossible.”
    She clenched her hands, a combination of hatred and fear blasting through her.
    “It’s not a stench I would forget,” she hissed. “Not ever.”
    Uriel muttered beneath his breath, his gaze surveying their surroundings with the intensity of a trained warrior.
    “Then she must be part of the illusion.”
    Kata shivered with disgust. “No, not an illusion. A nightmare.”
    “Kata.” The sound of her sister’s taunting voice drifted through the air.
    Uriel leaned down to steal a brief kiss, his face a tight mask of determination.
    “Keep her distracted.”
    “What?” Without answering, he was flowing toward the trees. In less than the beat of her heart he’d disappeared among the shadows. “Damn.”
    Alone and feeling like the mouse about to be cornered by a cat with vicious fangs and a nasty attitude, Kata forced herself not to bolt as Marika stepped from behind a large rock.
    Uriel told her to distract the bitch, and by God, that’s what she would do.
    “Ah, there you are, sister dearest,” Marika purred, a taunting smile curving her lips. “Did you miss me?”
    Kata swallowed the bile that rose in her throat.
    Not surprisingly seeing Marika was like looking in a mirror.
    Same dark hair and eyes, same pale skin and curvaceous body that was currently covered in one of the satin designer gowns that Marika adored.
    What was surprising, however, was that she looked as well-groomed and sophisticated as if she’d just stepped off the pages of Vogue .
    Dammit.
    She was supposed to be dead and even now suffering some grim torture in the bowels of the underworld.
    Was there no justice in the universe?
    “You really should learn how to stay in your grave, Marika,” she gritted.
    Marika gave a toss of her dark curls, prowling forward with an expression of blatant anticipation.
    It was a look that always came before the pain.
    Hours and hours and hours of pain.
    “What’s the fun in that?” she demanded.
    “The fun is that I would be rid of your miserable existence forever. The mere thought makes me giddy with joy.”
    Marika halted mere inches from her, her frigid power wrapping around Kata like chains of ice.
    “What happened to my sweet Kata who prayed every night that her sister would be returned to her?”
    Kata clenched her teeth. She wouldn’t flinch, she wouldn’t flinch, she wouldn’t flinch . . .
    Her chin tilted, her expression defiant. “She realized that her sister had become a monster.”
    “A monster?” The dark eyes narrowed in suspicion as Marika leaned forward, sniffing the air around Kata. “So says the woman who reeks of her vampire lover. Where is he?”
    Kata swore. So much for being a distraction.
    “You know, Marika,” she said, desperate to keep the demented woman’s attention locked on her. “It took me awhile, but I realize now that becoming a vampire wasn’t what made you evil.”
    “No?”
    “No, it’s your lack of anything resembling a heart.”
    Marika’s shrill laughter sent a chill down Kata’s spine. Dear goddess, it was bad enough that the woman walked around with her sister’s