by Kresley Cole
Page 44
"Of course, its one of the reasons I continue to return," Sabine said over one shoulder. "I think of it this way: they stare because fear; they fear because they respect. "
Bettina gazed around the place, supposing Erols had a certain charm. Other Loreans seemed to be enjoying themselves. In the back, a foursome of fey threw darts from a good thirty feet away, aiming for a board the diameter of a tankard.
At the bar, several twenty-something Lykae chugged whiskey. Their clothes were stained with mud and blood, and they tossed around a dirty rugby ball. A handsome, slightly older Lykae broke up any roughhousing with a threatening growl.
That jukebox didnt play the music Bettina normally enjoyed, but at least she was out of the castle for a spell-away from things that reminded her of Daciano.
Such as, oh, everything.
When they passed a table full of nymphs, Salem took notice; Bettinas collar started to thrum. "Been so long since I got laid, Im goin to be revirginized," he muttered.
Shed been trying to glean more about his predicament from the secretive sylph. From his offhanded comments, shed begun to suspect that the phantom had either gotten caught stealing something very valuable-or that hed scorned a very powerful female.
Still vibrating for the nymphs, he said, "If I didnt have business to tend to, Id just pop off for a spot of thigh diving and cleavage nesting. But then, that would be wrong. Wrong. Depraved, even. Immoral . . . "
Stifling a grin, Bettina scouted for the raven-haired Valkyrie. "I dont see Nix. "
"We can at least get a lead on her whereabouts," Sabine answered, her eyes alight with purpose. She was desperate to save her sister Melanthe from the Vrekeners. To that end, the sorceress was determined to find the soothsayer, so she could find . . . Daciano.
Gossip had spread among the Sorceri about the Prince of Shadow, the "Forbearer" who hunted Vrekeners "for fun" and jaunted to Skye Hall "at his leisure. " When Sabine plotted rescue scenarios, they always included Trehan.
Bettina sought the Valkyrie for more selfish reasons. If that pointy-eared creature had already been meddling in her life, and Abaddons affairs, then Bettina wanted to know why shed . . . stopped.
Id been so close to a life with Daciano.
"Someone here must know where Nix got to," Sabine said. "If theyre reluctant to share, we can field-test our weapons. " She flashed the last one Bettina had made: a collapsible wand infused with a jolt of heart-stopping power.
"Oh, no, no. You need to be on your best behavior. If your husband finds out youre here . . . " Bettina reminded her, adjusting her mask.
Sabine wasnt listening. Shed stopped in front of a table with her brows raised, telling its demon occupants, "Im curious as to why youre sitting at my table. "
If Morgana was like a mesmerizing serpent, a giant king cobra of unfathomable power, then Sabine was like a sleek jungle cat, entrancing but deadly. And shed just swished her tail.
The demons were burly, each wearing a black jacket embossed with NOLA GHOUL DISPOSAL-obviously a tough and hazardous job; still they fought each other in a beer-tossed wrangle to get away from Sabine.
As the Queen of Illusions, her power was matched only by her lethal reputation.
Salem politely used telekinesis to brush peanut shells off the table. "Ladies . . . "
As they sat, Sabine said, "Rydstrom wont even know Im gone. Hes shoring up a damaged dam today, selflessly rescuing demon lives. "
How wonderful that must be-to have a hot, adoring king at home who was busily involved in public works. Bettina had learned that being a single ruler was challenging; now that Abaddon was a hopping, new Lore-ist destination, life could get crazy around the kingdom in a hurry.
Itd be nice to have a partner. . . .
"And besides," Sabine continued with a glare, "I wouldnt have to be here if you hadnt chased off the one mysterious vampire who knows the way to Skye Hall. "
Bettina would never live this down. When shed told Sabine-who knew much about vampires-the overview of her relationship with Trehan, the sorceress had been incredulous. "You allowed him to claim you, but then you denied him his vampire bite?"
Daciano had been so bent on pleasuring Bettina, on soothing her fears, that hed agreed to wait until she was ready.
Sabine had gone on to explain, "Do you remember how empty you felt without your power? Well, imagine youd suffered that lack for lifetimes, but at last you could get it back, little by little-from your mates neck. Regrettably, he just didnt feel like putting out. " Then shed added the coup de grace: "His denying his instinct to bite would be like you denying your need to create. No wonder he lost his mind and ditched you. "
Now that Bettina understood more about his kind, her guilt had mounted-even as shed felt a spark of hope about their future.
Then shed remembered that she still couldnt find him.
A shifter waitress sauntered up to the table then. "Whatll you two have?"
"Clearly, were Sorceri. " Sabine gestured at her resplendent self. "Ergo, wed enjoy some Sorceri wine. "
"Dont got it. "
Sabine quirked a red brow. "Do you not? Check with Erol, shifter. Hell have an emergency bottle for me-because whenever I arrive, its an emergency. " She rapped her claws together. As the shifter scurried off, Sabine advised her, "And never naysay me again. "
Back to business, Sabine asked Bettina, "You still have no reason to expect your vampire to return?"
"I dont know. " No reason at all. "Maybe?" Never.
Salem snorted. "The vamp basically told her, Im in a weird place in me life right now, and I need some space. Of course he told her that by pointing a bloody sword at her whilst bellowing, I forsake you! in front of the entire kingdom. "
Bettina glared down at her collar. But then she admitted, "I think I kind of . . . broke him. " Reflecting over that week, shed begun to compare Daciano to metal under strain. Lack of blood and sleep had been applied pressure and heat. Apparently, denying his instinct to bite her had been corrosion.
Her plea of mercy? The blow of a smiths hammer. Broken.
At Bettinas stricken look, Sabine said, "Listen, Rydstrom and I had a few bumps in the road. Our initial romance consisted of me chaining him in a dungeon and sexually tormenting him. And yet we worked past it. "
"Dont they make cards for that?" Salem chuckled.
"But Rydstrom wouldnt let you out of his sight until you were bonded," Bettina pointed out. "I cant even locate my male to work things out. "
The waitress returned then with a bottle of wine and fine crystal glasses. Her hand shook as she poured. "Erol s-says this is on the house. "
Sabine blinked at her. "Any reason it wouldnt be?" Before fleeing headlong, the female backed away three steps, as one would to royalty-which Sabine was.
"And speaking of on the house," Sabine said, raising her glass, "all my jewels are going to be free until my sister is free. "
"Do you want our fledgling enterprise to go tits-up?" Salem sputtered. "Its called cost, sorceress. . . . " He trailed off. "Oi! I see my contact. Ill just go have a quick chin-wag, then. "
Before Bettina could ask more, hed ghosted away.
"I do like your phantoms greedy bent," Sabine said without a thread of sarcasm. "Such a pleasantly mercenary fellow. " She scanned the room once again, meeting eyes with that older wolf at the bar.
The Lykae cast his boisterous companions a warning look, then started wending through the crowd toward her.
Not surprising. Sabine was magnetic.
But a couple of those younger Lykae even raised their glasses to Bettina. She waved and smiled, musing, Why couldnt I have fallen for a hot young Scot?
An uncomplicated pup who liked to fetch rugby balls?
When the Lykae reached their table and sank his towering frame into a chair beside Sabine, the sorceress barely quirked an eyebrow. "Munro MacRieve, as I live and breathe. "
She knew this gorgeous wolf? He was darkl
y attractive, with overtly masculine features and molten amber eyes. But his expression was severe. He looked as troubled as Cas had the day hed left Rune.
Munro inclined his head to Sabine. "Sorceress. " Then he indicated Bettina with a sexy lift of his chin. "And you are?"
"Queen Bettina of the Deathly Ones. " That would never get old.
Munro gave her a nod, then turned to Sabine. "Youve still no found your sister?" he asked with a marked Scottish accent.
Yes, Bettina needed a hot young Scot with a brogue. And soon. The unfortunate part about discovering sex?
Craving it constantly, even when there was no chance of having any.
She decided that if she ever got over Daciano, she was going to put some feelers out.
Sabine gave a curt shake of her head. "My sisters still missing," she said with a pointed glare at Bettina. "Were hoping for an assist from Nix. "
"All the best with that. Ive been hunting her up and down this realm. Heard theres a bluidy mile-long sign-up sheet for her. No, really, its supposed to be over five thousand feet long. "
"You seek help with your twin?" Sabine asked. A male that handsome has a twin? "From what I heard, Uilleams not exactly rebounding from his torture. "
An expression of pain flashed over the Lykaes face, his amber eyes flickering the lightest blue. "No, Will has no yet recovered. "
Bettina knew that an order of evil humans had abducted and experimented on hundreds of immortals before all their prisoners had escaped. Had Sabines sister Melanthe been tortured as well?
Sabine and Munro began speaking in more hushed tones about their siblings. Feeling like an eavesdropper, Bettina turned her chair to survey the denizens of the bar, members of the great Vertas army. There were so many interesting species inside, so much color and spectacle.
But her attention was unerringly drawn to the back, where couples necked on myriad couches. A demon and a nymph were getting particularly busy with wandering hands and long, wet kisses.
Daciano had been an incredible kisser, those firm lips of his so talented. She sighed. Who was she kidding? She was never getting over him.
Shed cleaved.
As ever, she wondered what he was doing. Would he have tried to return to his homeland? Or would he strike out and start a new life altogether?
Nothing was stopping him from finding another female, from wedding another. If shed thought shed been jealous over Caspion, the idea of Daciano making love to some gorgeous vampiress made her power flare uncontrollably.
Before Bettina could rein it in, her hands lit up. Her own rattle rattle. Great. Unintentional sorcery use on the mortal plane. "Sabine, we need to start wrapping up here. " Bettina might be prepared to face down Vrekeners if push came to shove, but shed rather avoid it. "Ive got to get back to Abaddon. "
Even Sabine, whod warred with the Vrekeners for centuries, gave them a wide berth. Or at least she had, before Lanthe had been taken.
Munro turned to Bettina with a narrowed gaze and a flash of recognition. "Did you say Abaddon?"
Oh, boy, I can guess where this is going. It seemed like everyone in the Lore had heard about the tournament. "I did. "
At once, his irises glowed that eerie blue. "My clans heard tales of what goes on in your demonarchy," he grated. "One of our own was beheaded there, no? One newly turned?"
"Yes," Bettina said simply, a habit learned by a vampire.
"Turned human or no, he possessed the Instinct. That made him our brother. "
With a pang, Bettina recalled that Lykaes last word: Brother.
Munro bit out, "Any reason we shouldnt retaliate against Abaddon?"
"That male was entered into an irrevocable blood contract," Bettina said in a steady tone, her palms beginning to glow under the table, power at the ready; Munro dashed a hand over his chest, no doubt wondering why his heart had stuttered. "After that, there was nothing we could do. "
Sabine was watching this exchange like a demon at a kobold toss.
"Who entered him?" Munro demanded.
"A sect of warlocks called Those Best Forgotten. I couldnt get them out of my kingdom fast enough. "
"Warlocks. " His lips curled in disgust, revealing lengthening fangs. It was no secret that the Lykae distrusted all things magical.
"As a show of goodwill between my kingdom and yours," Bettina said, "I will give you information we gathered on them. Seems theyre making many more of your kind, turning humans, then using them as slaves. Weve also got their location. "
"Slaves?" Munros dark claws punctured the table. "My clan knows how to find the Forgotten. "
"Good. Then you can retaliate against those that deserve it. And thats all Ill say on the matter," she added, just because she could.
"Happy hunting," Sabine said as Munro levered himself to his feet, his chair clattering behind him as he charged off.
Chapter 51
To his crew at the bar, he snapped rough words in Gaelic. They sounded like marching orders.
Each of the young Lykae reacted with aggression, his eyes turning, an image of a wolven creature flashing over him.
When the pack plowed out of the bar, Bettina thought, I could almost feel sorry for Those Best Forgotten. . . .
Sabine faced her with a raised brow. "Oh, Munro just called from the parking lot, mentioned something about wanting his testicles back. Whats gotten into you?"
Bettina shrugged.
"You have all this new confidence, and you dont fear me anymore. Which begs the question"-Sabine peered intently at her-"am I losing my touch? Or are you finally finding yours?"
"Maybe I am. " I totally am. She felt more comfortable in her own skin, more confident with her rule.
But the aching emptiness shed felt after losing her power had only been replaced by losing the vampire.
He was her first real love. He would be her last.
Why couldnt Trehan Daciano be her devotedly hot king, involving himself with public works and demon lifesaving-