My Lord Immortality by Alexandra Ivy

relief, although his expression remained tight with concern. The woman was going to drive him to madness. To even think of her being in the company of Drake while he was incapable of rushing to her rescue was enough to make his stomach clench and the throbbing in his head increase to a nearly unbearable level.
    â€œShe is . . . difficult,” he muttered in disgust.
    The elder vampire lifted her brows. “She possesses the spirit necessary to protect the Medallion, I will agree.”
    â€œOh yes, she possesses a wretched amount of spirit,” he swiftly agreed, his hand reaching to touch the deep gash on his temple. “Unfortunately, she has no notion of the danger she courts so blithely.”
    Nefri tilted her head to one side, as if considering his words.
    â€œI believe she senses the danger, but she is a woman who feels a very deep sense of loyalty. One cannot fault her for such a commendable trait.”
    Oh no? At the moment, Sebastian would willingly do more than fault her stubborn sense of loyalty. What good would such a wondrous trait do her if she were to be killed?
    â€œThat loyalty might very well endanger the Medallion,” he retorted, not at all prepared to admit that his frustration was more in fear for Amelia than the ancient artifact. “She will do whatever is necessary to keep her brother safe. Including handing her amulet to Drake if she had to.”
    Nefri regarded him with a steady gaze. “There is that danger, certainly.”
    He growled impatiently. “Then why do you leave the Medallion with her?”
    A faint smile touched the lined countenance. “You must understand—the Medallion is more than mere metal. It has been imbued with blessings that allow it to bestow powers upon the one who has it. In return, however, the Medallion takes on the qualities of whoever possesses it. Goodness or evil. Love or hate. That is why I chose Miss Hadwell. For her courage and ability to care so deeply for her brother. It is also why it is so important to stop the traitors. In the wrong hands, the power of the Medallion would be terrible indeed.”
    Sebastian frowned. As a scholar he had, of course, studied the Medallion. He understood the history and the powers. He had even managed to unravel the complex spell that had been used to create the Veil with the assistance of the Medallion. Still, he had not truly considered the artifact’s ability to echo the qualities of who might possess it.
    Nefri had clearly considered the maidens she had chosen to bond with the amulets. He could hardly protest her choice simply because he was becoming far too attached to Amelia.
    He heaved an unconscious sigh. “Then perhaps it should be another who is sent to protect Miss Hadwell.”
    The vampire blinked in surprise. “Why?”
    â€œI have managed to do no more than prod her into foolish behavior. She does not trust me.”
    Her unwavering gaze regarded him for a long moment. “I believe that you underestimate yourself, Sebastian,” she at last said softly. “You possess a quiet, studious nature, but your strength is undeniable. Miss Hadwell will turn to you in her time of need.”
    Sebastian unconsciously grimaced, recalling the harsh words that he had exchanged with Amelia only a few hours earlier.
    â€œI fear she is more likely to believe she is capable of facing any danger on her own. She is extraordinarily fearless.”
    â€œThen we must simply do what we can to protect her, with or without her awareness,” Nefri said firmly.
    He paused a long moment, his heart troubled. “Yes.”
    Easily sensing his lingering disquiet, Nefri leaned forward to regard him with a hint of concern.
    â€œSebastian, is there something more troubling you?”
    He briefly considered denying his most pressing hesitation. He was supposed to be a gentleman of sense. A gentleman who observed and studied others with a scholar’s aloof objectivity. It