by Kit Tunstall
He patted her head. “I think you’ll learn to love me. I know I look forward to loving you.” He flashed a look at Nicholas. “Share and share alike, right, Nicholas?”
Nicholas tried to get to his feet, but Nina pressed the sword deeper. “Go ahead,” she invited. “I would love to plunge this through your neck and be rid of you forever, Vallsade.”
“Don’t,” Emily cried. “Please don’t hurt him. I’ll do anything you want,” she said as she turned back to Koss.
Koss’s arrogant expression had changed to one of confusion. He stared at her intently, making an ambiguous sound low in his throat as he looked down at her. Finally, he knelt beside her, but didn’t reach out for her, other than to take her hand. “Close your eyes.”
“I want to watch death coming,” she said with false bravado, fearing the tremor in her voice betrayed her true emotions.
“Close your eyes, or I’ll cut them out.” His tone was cool, but his eyes reflected his determination. “Brannon can tell you the process is painful, especially if you don’t heal as quickly as a vampire. Since you’re one of us, your eyes will grow back, but it will hurt more than anything you’ve ever endured.” He brushed a finger against her lid.
Emily closed her eyes, preparing herself to feel a sword at the back of her neck. She whimpered when Koss’s hands dropped on her shoulders, then slid down her body, pausing to lightly caress her breasts before moving lower. His hand lingered on her stomach, pressing gently, and she fought to leave her pleas for mercy unvoiced. If he planned to defile her in front of Nicholas, she wouldn’t show her torment. She would be strong for his sake.
To her surprise, he withdrew his hands and stood up. She cautiously opened her eyes to stare up at him, finding him facing away from her with his eyes closed.
“After all this time, it all becomes clear,” he murmured under his breath, still not turning toward her.
Emily’s gaze swept across the floor of the chamber, alighting on Koss’s sword, lying just a few feet from her reach. She closed her eyes, concentrating on it with all her might. She didn’t know if she had any telekinetic abilities, but needed that blade. She pictured it gliding through the air to the hand she extended.
A rattling sound had her opening her eyes just in time to see the weapon knock against the stones on the floor before it propelled itself through the air, straight at her. She cried out as she caught the blade, rather than the hilt, absorbing the pain of the cut as she leapt to her feet and turned the sword to grasp the hilt.
As Koss whirled around to face her, Emily plunged the sword through his heart and twisted with all her strength. He screamed as he fell to his knees, with blood streaming from the wound and trickling down his mouth. She continued twisting, until she heard Nicholas cry out.
She turned at the sound and saw Nina shoving the knife through his neck. “Let him go, or I’ll kill Koss.”
Nina’s scream echoed through the room. It wasn’t one of fear, but rather one of rage. She let go of the knife and kicked against Nicholas’s back with her thick boot, causing him to slump to his side. She stormed at Emily, but froze when the sword twisted another inch.
“I’m close to cutting out his heart. If you want him to live, you’ll both leave now.”
Nina’s eyes darted between her and Koss as she made her way to her lover. She knelt beside him. “What do I do?”
“Leave,” Koss said in a raspy voice.
Emily pushed the sword in another inch. “I want your word you won’t return. Swear to me you’ll leave us alone.”
With what seemed like a huge effort, Koss, managed to get to his feet, though the sword remained in his chest with Emily grasping it in her trembling hands. “I release you, Nicholas. It was never you. I see that now,” he added with marked ambiguousness.
Nicholas had gotten to his feet, and was now kneeling beside Brannon. He didn’t acknowledge Koss’s words with so much of a flicker of his eyelashes, concentrating instead on Emily. She met his eyes and smiled before turning back to Koss. Still feeling Nicholas’s gaze on her, she drew strength from it. “I’ll release you now. You’re bound by your pledge.”
“Can you trust me, sweet Emily? I may have no honor.” He still sounded weak, but not as drained as he had a moment ago.
She nodded. “I know that, but I remember you forcing Nicholas to bind himself to you with his declaration. I assume your word is your bond.” Hesitantly, she withdrew the sword, but didn’t drop it. Instead, she kept it pointed at them as Koss lost his strength and leaned against Nina. “Get out.”
“We will meet again,” Koss said, seeming to muster his strength. “Different circumstances…” He trailed off, eyeing her with a strange glint in his eye. “Take care of your daughter. She will be precious to me.”
“What?” Emily took a step forward, but Nicholas’s hands on her shoulders restrained her as he drew her against his chest. “You swore—”
Koss walked with Nina to the window, pausing once to look back. Already, he appeared to have regained most of his strength. “I will honor my promise. Nicholas has been released from his vow.” Then he turned away, and they stepped through the window, hovering in midair for a moment before beginning to float down with the speed of a feather.
Brannon was on his feet and stumbled to the window to watch them leave. He seemed to have trouble moving, but had survived the slash of Nina’s sword.
Emily turned and buried her face against Nicholas’s chest, sobbing. Now that she didn’t have to be strong, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and have him hold her for a hundred years.
When Brannon limped over to them, Emily turned from Nicholas to embrace him too. After she wept into his bloody pajama shirt for a moment, she lifted her head. “How can you live through that?”
“I’m a dhampir, Emily. Part of my strength comes from the foul blood in my veins.” His eyes softened. “You were amazing. So strong and confident.”
“Foolish,” Nicholas said in a growl. “He could have killed you. I told you—”
“Hush, darling,” Emily interrupted, turning back to him to put her arm around his waist. She touched the cuts on his back, finding most already scabbed over or healed completely. She glanced up at him. “Did he mean it? Are you free?”
Nicholas hesitated before nodding. “I think so. I’ve never known Koss to break his word. He places a high value on honor, which was part of the reason he’s nurtured his anger with me for eight hundred years. I seduced him and left him when he didn’t expect it. I broke my word, and he’s felt the need to punish me ever since.” He frowned. “I don’t know what’s changed.”
“He said something about it all coming together…” Fear surged through. “And what was that about our daughter? What did he mean?”
Nicholas appeared equally puzzled. “I don’t know.”
Brannon sighed. “I keep forgetting how inexperienced you are, Emily. How attuned you still need to become to your powers. I’m surprised you haven’t realized it yourself yet.”
She turned to frown at him. “Realized what?”
“Can’t you feel the new life forming in you?” He gave her a smile. “You’re expecting a little girl.”
* * * * *
Emily eyed Brannon with sad eyes several weeks later. “Are you sure you feel strong enough?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m healing well. It’s hardly more than a scratch now, and I have business to take care of.” He gave her a crooked smile. “After all, you’ll want to visit your folks soon. After they yell at you for eloping, they’ll be thrilled by the news of the baby.”
She couldn’t hide the sadness from her expression. “They’ll have the sad duty of telling me about Sara, thinking I didn’t hear about it before running away.”
He nodded. “It’s the best I can do to fix things for you.”
She nodded. “I know.” Emily turned to Nicholas, clutching a handful of his shirt. “Can’t you make him stay awhile longer? We can visit my parents
later in the summer.”
He shook his head. “Brannon needs to go, love. After he deals with the situation in Huxley, he has to find the answers he seeks.”
She bit her lip. “But if Koss hurts him—”
“Right here, remember?” Brannon teased. His tone grew more serious when she turned back to him. “I’ll stay in touch, and I’ll be home in time for her birth.” He patted her still-flat stomach. “She has to meet the only normal family she has on the Vallsade side.”
She wasn’t able to muster even a wan smile for his comment, but tried to keep the concern from her eyes as she hugged him. “Come back safely to us. Our daughter needs a protector.”
“She has two,” he said against her hair before drawing away. “You and Nicholas are a formidable pair.” Sadness shadowed his expression. “You’ll keep her safe, with or without me. I’ll help keep her out of harm’s way when the time comes, if you need me, but there’s something I need to settle first.”
She nodded, knowing how she would feel if her daughter disappeared. She wouldn’t stop until she found out what had happened. “I hope you find what you’re looking for this time.”
“So do I.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek before turning to embrace Nicholas. Then, with a jaunty wave, he slid into the backseat of the taxi waiting in the courtyard. As it drove away, he didn’t turn back in their direction.
They watched him go until his hire car disappeared from sight. Emily turned to Nicholas. “Do you think he’ll find what he’s looking for?”
“I don’t know.” He pulled her against him. “I only hope he’s as lucky as me.”
She lifted a brow. “What?”
He kissed her forehead. “After all these years, I finally found you again. This time, I’m keeping you forever.”
She walked with him into Vallsade Manor, where they had decided to settle for the next few years. She tried to block out her worried thoughts, but her mind kept circling back to Koss’s words and the memory of Erin’s concerns. She hadn’t told Nicholas about Erin fearing their daughter’s future lay with Koss, but knew she would have to soon. They would have to always be vigilant if Koss wanted their daughter. Emily couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would do with her if she fell under his power.
She shook her head, struggling to cast off her bleak thoughts. Now wasn’t the time for worry, but for joy. Regardless of what the future held, they had this happy moment to themselves, and she intended to enjoy it. She only hoped their eternity was filled with more happiness than sadness. They’d had enough sorrow to last a hundred lifetimes, but this time would be different.
About the author:
Kit Tunstall lives in Idaho with her husband and dog-son. She started reading at the age of three and hasn't stopped since. Love of the written word, and a smart marriage to a supportive man, led her to a full-time career in writing. Romances have always intrigued her, and erotic romance is a natural extension because it more completely explores the emotions between the hero and heroine. That, and it sure is fun to write.
Kit welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
Also by Kit Tunstall:
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A Matter Of Honor
Blood Lines 1: Blood Oath
Blood Lines 2: Blood Challenge
Blood Lines 3: Blood Bond
Blood Lines 4: Blood Price
By Invitation Only
Dark Dreams
Eye of Destiny
Heart Of Midnight
Phantasie
Playing His Game
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