Pure visceral hate existed between these two men. It coloured the air and crawled over her skin.
In her darkest days before she’d actively distanced herself from her parents, her father’s behaviour had permeated every single corner of her existence and she’d imagined she hated him. She could never accept the way Ricardo Trevelli lived his life, or the careless way he treated her mother. But she’d never encountered hate this strong. It was a potent, living thing.
She shivered. Narciso felt it and glanced down at her before refocusing on her unwanted guest.
‘Do I need to teach you another lesson, old man?’
‘Keep your money, hotshot. I understand the need to brag in front of your woman. Shame it had to cost you so much last night.’
‘It was worth it to see your face. If you need a refresher on how to win, I can accommodate you.’
The old man sneered. ‘The time is coming when I’ll wipe that smug look off your face once and for all.’
Narciso’s smile was arctic. ‘Do it quickly, then. I’m growing tired of your empty promises.’
Ruby sucked in a shocked breath at the blatant taunt. With a thick swear word that would singe the ears off a Sicilian donkey, the old man swivelled on his heel and walked away.
Narciso pulled back her chair, caught her up and swung her around to face him. ‘What did he say to you?’ he demanded, his nostrils pinched hard with the anger he was holding back.
‘Oh, he was educating me on the real meaning of your name, albeit very cryptically. Who is he anyway?’
He looked after the departing man and visibly inhaled.
‘I told you—he’s no one important. But I want you to stay away from him.’
‘That would be difficult since I don’t even know who he is.’
Tucking her arm through the crook of his elbow, he led her out of the dining area styled with large, exquisitely scrolled Chinese screens. She’d heard one of the guests comment that the stands holding up the scrolls were made of solid gold. Q Virtus, its mysterious owner, Zeus...in fact this whole place was insane with its surrealistic extravagance, secrecy and decadence.
‘You’re an intelligent woman, hopefully equipped with enough of that intuition you women are so proud of. Use it and stay clear of him.’
‘Funny, he said the same thing about you. And why does that sound suspiciously like a threat?’
He led her into another express lift and used his thumbprint and her smartwatch to activate the panel before pressing the button for the sub-basement.
‘Because it is one.’
‘So we’ve graduated from ropes to threats?’ Her attempt at humour fell flat when his face tightened further.
‘Don’t tempt me. I’m this close to breaking point.’ He held two fingers together for emphasis.
She froze when the arm imprisoning hers drew her closer to his warm body. ‘Did something go wrong with your meeting? A deal fall through or something?’
‘What makes you ask that?’
‘Aside from the confrontation just now, you seem to be in a foul mood. Did something happen?’
‘No, sweet Ruby. The “network hard” part of my day is ticking along nicely. It’s the “play harder” part that has failed miserably.’
So she was partly to blame for his disagreeable mood.
Time for a subject change.
‘Where to now?’
‘The champagne mixer in the Blue Dungeon. Then we’re leaving,’ he clipped out.
‘I thought we couldn’t leave until the lock down was lifted tonight?’
‘I’ve asked for a special dispensation from Zeus,’ he said, his gaze on the downward-moving arrow. They were sinking deeper into the bowels of the building. Ruby felt as if she were disappearing into Alice’s Wonderland. ‘The dispensation should be coming through on your smartwatch any minute now. Let me know when it does.’
‘The owner’s name really is Zeus. Seriously?’
‘You don’t find my moniker incredulous.’
‘That’s because...’ She paused, unwilling to voice the thought rattling through her head.
‘Because?’
She shrugged. ‘The Warlock suits you, somehow.’
He faced her fully, his gaze raking her face in that intensely raw way that made her feel vulnerable, exposed.
‘In what way does it suit me?’ he asked silkily.
Because you mesmerise me with very little effort. Ruby cleared her throat.
‘You’re obviously a genius at what you do.’
‘And you think my success stems from sorcery?’
She shrugged. ‘Not in the chicken bones and goat sacrificing sense but in other ways.’
One hand rose, trailed down her jaw to rest on the pulse pounding at her throat. ‘And will I be able to sway you into my bed with this potent magic of mine?’