A Very Levet Christmas (Guardians of Eternity)

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Authors: Alexandra Ivy
Salvatore?”
    Levet scowled in confusion. “Are you a nutty-bar? I am a gargoyle. Why would I take orders from the King of Mutts?”
    “Who else could it be?”
    “I told you—”
    The sword actually touched the end of Levet’s snout. “You say the words ‘Christmas angel’ one more time, and I’ll chop off your head.”
    Levet considered the pleasure of lobbing a spell at the oversized mutt. The aggravating wolf would perhaps have a few more manners after Levet had turned him into toadstool.
    Unfortunately, Levet couldn’t risk using his magic when they were already in the clutches of the Christmas angel’s spell.
    Bad things happened when magic smashed into magic.
    Instead, he could only give a resigned sniff and point out the obvious.
    “How could Salvatore have known you were coming?”
    Damon frowned, clearly unable to answer Levet’s question.
    “Gia?” he at last muttered.
    Levet clicked his tongue. “You do not believe she would betray you.”
    “No.” Damon grimaced, giving a regretful shake of his head. “She would never betray me. But someone did.” He allowed his wolf to glow in his eyes. “Tell me.”
    “ Sacrebleu . I have.”
    “The truth.”
    Levet knocked the sword away with the wand still clutched in his hand, ignoring the angry sparks that spouted out the end.
    “The truth is that I came to St. Louis to visit my dear friend, Harley, and to give my blessing to the pups,” he said, glaring at the stubborn Were. “Unfortunately there was a misunderstanding with the stupid cur who refused to let me into the lair.”
    Damon rolled his eyes. “Shocking.”
    Levet graciously ignored his rudeness. It was increasingly obvious that Weres were incapable of the least pretense of civility.
    “It was unacceptable, but I am never one to create a scene, so I decided to return to Chicago,” he informed his companion. “I was minding my own business when I ran across a . . .” The champagne eyes narrowed in warning, but Levet wasn’t about to be bullied by a mere animal. “Christmas angel.” He deliberately emphasized the name he’d been forbidden to say. “Trapped in a portal.”
    Damon’s fingers tightened on the sword hilt, but he managed to resist the urge to do any beheading.
    “You expect me to believe this ridiculous story?”
    Levet shrugged. He no longer cared if the dog believed his story or not.
    “She gave me the wand and warned me that Harley’s pups were in danger unless I halted you.” He finished his tale with a loud sniff.
    “Pups?” Damon appeared remarkably outraged considering he claimed he didn’t believe Levet’s story. “I would never hurt newly born babies.”
    Levet pointed the still sputtering wand toward the Were’s irate face. “But you said that it would be a pity for the pups.”
    “I regret they’ll be forced to grow up without a father,” Damon corrected stiffly. “I understand how difficult it is.”
    “Oh.” Levet gave a flick of his wings, not entirely pacified. There had to be a reason for Sera to be worried. “Perhaps it is not your intention, but something you do will harm them.”
    Damon’s lips parted in protest, but he forgot his words as the mist at last faded away, revealing the two large Weres who stood in the middle of the opening, circling one another as they prepared to battle.
    “Shit,” Damon muttered.

Chapter 5
    Damon felt the increasingly familiar tug deep inside him before he was yanked out of his body and into . . . hell, into his other body in the center of the clearing.
    There was a brief sense of disorientation before he was able to get a bearing on his surroundings.
    His senses easily picked up the various curs and Weres who were standing in the darkness of the trees, no doubt acting as guards to make sure no one managed to interrupt the looming fight. There were also, astonishingly, at least two vampires with the sort of power that made his skin crawl.
    Or maybe it wasn’t so astonishing, he told himself. The

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