by Kresley Cole
Page 6
"Tell me your name, female. "
Her head snapped up. "Im Princess Bettina. "
"Bettina," he said with that unusual accent. "Bettina," he repeated in a huskier voice, as if he liked the way her name rolled from his tongue.
His supremely talented tongue. She almost shivered, recalling how hed used it on her breasts-licking her nipples, wickedly flicking them. Beneath the sheet, they hardened once more.
"And of what kingdom are you princess?"
"Why should I tell you anything?" Then his earlier words sank in. "Belong to you? Did you actually say that? I dont even know you! Y-you took advantage of my . . . state, allowing me to believe you were another. You were silent just to keep up the ruse!"
When his expression darkened even more, anyone in their right mind would have been afraid. Yet her oh-so-familiar fear was absent. Because he cant hurt his Bride. Plus, tendrils of sunlight had begun creeping into the candlelit room. Surely hed be driven away in moments.
"I dont perpetrate ruses, sorceress. "
"Then why were you quiet?"
"I followed your request for silence!"
Oh. She had shushed him, hadnt she? How could the night have gone so wrong?
This vampire had found his Bride-her-and had acted on instinct. Bettina was the one involved in a ruse-seduction. "You know I said those things because I thought you were someone else. "
A muscle ticked in that broad jaw of his. "And I reacted as I did because I was keen to see what pleasures you intended. Keen to know how right I was to come to you. Your eyes were promising irresistible things. "
She gasped.
"His loss, female; you delivered. It seems I savored treats meant for another. "
Now she glared. "You are amazing!"
"Parts of me, at least. "
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered her awed comment when shed touched her first erection. Struggling for composure, she said, "How did you get past my barrier spell?"
"With ease. "
Arrogant male! "Why are you here?" Surely he wasnt one of the competitors. "Are you the first clear-eyed Horde vampire?"
Seeming to grapple with his temper, he said, "Im not of the Horde. "
"Then what? Why are you in Abaddon . . . ?" She trailed off, her gaze fixing on his sword, on the cross-guard over the grip. The forged metal was distinctly rounded-
"A crescent moon?" she cried. "Oh, gods, youre the one Cas spoke of, the Prince of Shadow! Youre the assassin from the Realm of Blood and Mist come to kill him!"
The vampire didnt deny this. "He broke the laws of my people. He must pay. "
Now everything Cas had told her began to make sense. An assassin without equal . . . the last thing Ill see is a crescent moon. "Please dont hurt him! He didnt realize hed done wrong. "
"Understand me, Bettina, the only thing he didnt realize was that I could find him here. I will dispatch him just as I have thousands before. "
He didnt say this in a boastful manner-more like he merely stated an unavoidable truth.
Though Caspion was a powerful warrior, everything about this male convinced her that Cas had been right to fear for his life. There was a chilling lethality about the vampire, a confidence in his own coldbloodedness.
"And what is your interest in a wastrel like him?" he demanded. "Besides what you obviously intended to give to him. "
"Hes no wastrel! If you hurt him, I will never forgive you!"
Baring his fangs, he grated, "Well sort this out back in my home. "
"What gives you the right to accost me like this, to try to abduct me?"
"I told you who I am. Ive told you what you are. Youve blooded me. I didnt choose for this to happen with you. Fate decided this. And now we must bow to her commands. "
"You cant trace me from Rune!" Olden ways. She was trapped on this plane-until she wed. Raum had used that damned summoning medallion to prevent her from leaving.
"Cant I?" The vampire reached for her, his gaze intent.
When Trehan yanked her naked body to his chest and tensed to trace home, two things happened: he didnt budge her; pain shot through his palm.
He released her, staring down at three deep wounds in his hand. "What the hell is this?" he roared while she scrambled back under the sheet. "Where is your weapon?" As he wrapped his bloody palm with the ripped sleeve of his shirt, he saw what had caused his injury. When hed grabbed her upper arm, her gold band had ejected spikes.
Clutching the sheet over her chest, she breathed, "It worked. " He detected pride in her expression before she dropped her gaze once more, fiddling with the armlet. With a flip of a hidden lever, the spikes retracted.
All at once, he understood-that was her book collection. Those were her drawings. Weapons, gold-smithing, design . . . "You made that?"
She shrugged.
Clever little sorceress. How did she craft a pressure sensor-
No! With a sharp shake of his head, he reminded himself that he had larger issues to deal with. Namely, how to get her back to his home. "Are you under an enchantment?" He began pacing with frustration, unable to seize the Bride who was just before him.
Blood still ran from his palm. Shouldve sampled hers!
Could this night possibly decline any further? "Why was I unable to trace you?"
She pursed her lips, her glare telling him shed answer no questions.
As a natural-born vampire, Trehan was, in fact, physically incapable of lying. If he even attempted to, the words would make his throat burn like fire. So what could he promise to get her to cooperate with him? "Bettina, if you answer my questions, we could leave together-and perhaps I need never return for Caspion. " Of course he would return.
To be marked for death by Trehan Daciano was to be as good as dead.
Her eyes went wide. "Ill tell you anything!"
Anything to save that bastard. Had Trehan actually thought her clever? She had no sense if she favored Caspion-and she was still slurring.
My Bride, the mistress of the legendary House of Shadow, is a drunken, senseless Sorceri. His ancestors must be tracing over in their graves right now. "How can I take you from here?"
"My godfather has a summoning medallion, one Im tied to. Hes used it to ensure I remain in this kingdom until the tournament ends. "
Trehan had heard of those kinds of medallions, knew they were an archaic means to control . . . demons. "Youre part demon?" Yes, the night can decline further.
No, no, she had neither horns nor fangs. She looked like a fragile mortal, if anything. Scarcely a hardy demoness.
"My mother was a Sorceri, my father king of this demon realm," she said with a touch of smugness, but Trehan was in no way impressed with royalty.
My Bride is a drunken, senseless halfling. Of all the potential mixes in the Lore . . . This creature was the product of two of the most opposite immortal species.
As far from a proud, logical Dacian female as possible. He exhaled. No matter. Bettina was still his. "How do I procure your medallion?"
"Its being offered up as a prize," she said in a deadened tone. "For a tournament. "
"Youre the orphaned princess. Youre the trophy?" Declining still further.
She shrugged. "Theres an invitation on my dresser. "
He glanced around, then traced to retrieve the old-fashioned parchment.
RAUM, THE GRAND DUKE OF THE DEATHLY ONES, AND MORGANA, THE QUEEN OF ALL SORCERI, REQUEST THE PLEASURE OF YOUR ATTENDANCE AT A TOURNAMENT FOR THE HAND OF THEIR GODDAUGHTER, PRINCESS BETTINA OF ABADDON.
VENUE: THE IRON RING; RUNE, ABADDON
WHEN: THE NINE DAYS BEFORE THE SANGUINE MOON
WHAT: FIGHTS TO THE DEATH
PRIZE: THE CROWN OF THE DEATHLY ONES AND THE SUMMONING MEDALLION OF BETTINA
In smaller print at the bottom:
FULL-MOON MARRIAGE CEREMONY TO FOLLOW FINAL ROUND OF TOURNAMENT. ALL ENTRANTS GUARANTEED MYSTICAL PROTECTION OUTSIDE THE RING.
"
Guardians?" Trehan nearly crumpled the parchment. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two. "
His jaw slackened. "So young?" Hed amassed centuries worth of strength, could have seriously harmed her tonight. "An entire kingdom is up for grabs. Do you know what types of males will be entering this farce?" Trehan had spied a sample of them near the combat ring.
"I agreed to the tournament. "
"Why in the gods names would you? And why would you ever surrender your blood for a summoning medallion?" Talismans like that were common enough in the Lore. But the demon had to give up blood willingly for it to work.
Chapter 7
She murmured, "They willed it. " Before he could ask what she meant, she attempted a brisk demeanor. "Once the competition begins, I will be completely prepared to wed whoever may win. " Yet her voice broke a bit on the end.
Completely prepared-and terrified.
"But youre regretting your decision now? Is that it?" Realization hit him. If Caspion had bedded her this eve, the tournament would be canceled. "Thats why you were trying to seduce the demon!" His relief was profound. "So hed save you. " And now I will save you.
"I was trying to seduce Caspion because I love him. I always have, and I always will. "
Trehan felt as if hed had his fangs knocked down his throat. Of all the males in the world. That death demon was notoriously popular with females of all species, had plowed through half of Dacias maids before hed absconded in the night.
My Bride is in love with my target.
If Trehans mate had been another vampire, she would feel the same urgency and need for him. But when a vampire was blooded by a female of another species, that foreign Bride might feel nothing for him.
This one feels nothing. "What if I decided to simply steal the medallion-and you?"
"Its protected. "
"Ill breach that spell as easily as I did your barrier magic. "
"The medallion is held in a glass case thats been protected by Morgana, using the full force of her magics. It cant be taken, only won by my future husband. "
Trehan knew of Morgana, knew she was one of the most powerful sorceresses ever to live-because she controlled the abilities of all other Sorceri. Though Trehan was a learned Dacian, he wasnt egotistical enough to believe he could easily circumvent her spells. "You must know of a way to seize it. "
She shook her head. "I dont. Id tell you if I did. "
"Youd tell me, but only to save your precious Caspion. " Again he grappled with his temper, with a jealousy so raw hed never experienced the like. "And what will he do to save you? Is he entering the tournament?"
In answer, she glanced at the coverlet.
"No? So its either me tonight or one among the males lining up below? I would think youd be more receptive to me. Surely Im a better alternative. "
"At least none of them want to murder the male I love. "
Barely controlling his rage, he ignored the pain in his palm and clutched his sword hilt, something he never did. "The male you love is in a brothel right now; Im here with you. " His words hit home, making her flinch, but he took no satisfaction from it. "Youve some skill in seduction, for a virgin. Youd be wise to use it right now. " He could scarcely believe hed said that to her. In the past, hed spoken only after careful consideration of his words.
It seemed this jealousy was eroding his reason, his impulse control. Trehan, a Dacian, had nearly bitten her.
She met his gaze. "Im sorry that Im your Bride," she began, clearly trying to sort out the exact right thing to say. A difficulty in her condition. "Im sorry that my hearts already taken. But if you harm him, you will break me. " Tears welled in her eyes once more. "Please . . . dont. "
To protect his realm, Trehan must eliminate that demon; his Bride would never forgive the murder.
He needed to think. To approach this rationally. Which was impossible when the tears in her eyes affected him physically, and when the memory of her pulse against his tongue still made him thirst for the forbidden.
"Ive told you everything I know," she murmured. "Im begging you to leave Abaddon. "
Begging me to leave her.
He didnt need this! He should be grateful for the increase in power his blooding had brought him-and the release hed stolen with Bettina-then move on with his duties.
He could enjoy other women now that shed brought his body back to life. He could still father heirs, could repopulate his house. As far as he knew, he was the first of his cousins to be blooded, which meant hed just become the strongest.
Old longings could still be realized. I could have a female and offspring-and the strength to protect them all.
Trehan would be damned if hed compete for Bettinas affections, especially not against someone so unworthy as Caspion. As the sun began to spill into her bedroom, he said, "Farewell, Bettina of Abaddon. "
"Youre leaving?"
The hopefulness in her tone cemented his decision. "I am. "
Yet then her face fell. "To try to steal my medallion?"
"I return to my home. "
Her eyes widened. "And youll spare Cas?"
"Not at all. I have no plans to come back for you. But I definitely will for him. Its a done thing, Bettina. Resign yourself. "
"Please, no! Ill do anything. " Her face flamed as she asked, "Dont you need to . . . to claim me?"
Yes! The temptation to sink into her virgin body-to lose himself in the silky wetness that hed touched, hed tasted-nearly had him reaching for her once more.
With a nervous swallow, she dropped the sheet to her waist. "V-vow not to hurt him, and Ill be yours. "
His gaze locked on her breasts, on those taunting nipples. Shell sleep with me to save him. Gods, the pleasure would be unimaginable. His cock hardened, twitching within his damp pants. Yet again, his fangs sharpened.
But he refused to force himself on a female who didnt want him. "Youre in an impossible situation, girl. The more you plead for the demon, the less Im inclined to want you. " The more she pleaded, the less he wanted to want her. "The next female I take to my bed will be there because she craves what I alone can give her. "