by Kresley Cole
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Shed fallen for Caspion from the moment shed first seen him ten years ago, when shed been only twelve. Her beloved sire, King Mathar, had just died, and she and Raum had been presiding over Abaddons royal court. Or at least Raum had been presiding, reluctantly.
Just three years older than Bettina, Cas had come striding into the chamber, dashing in his armor. All conversation had stopped, the crowd parting as hed offered a bound bounty-one of her realms most feared foes.
He didnt present it to Raum. But to her.
Shed still been in the depths of grief, feeling all alone, like a hornless Sorceri imposter who would never belong among the martial Abaddonae. But then a ray of sun had caught Caspion, highlighting those blond locks, setting his eyes aglow. Like a sign.
And shed known that her life would never be the same.
Besides the fact that they were both orphans, theyd had little in common. Shed been a wealthy royal, treated like a fragile porcelain doll; hed been found in an alley as a downy-horned toddler and had grown up begging in the streets. Shed been filled with self-doubt, wondering how a peculiar halfling like her could ever be queen; hed been bold and brash, determined to make his mark, to earn the respect of the Abaddonae.
And yet the unlikeliest of friendships had blossomed. After that first day, shed followed Caspion everywhere.
In the years to come, hed routinely sneaked her offplane, teleporting her to the world of mortals so they could discover those new lands together. Hed eventually taken her on his less dangerous bounty hunts, while shed marveled at his talent in tracking his prey.
Theyd shared each others secrets: his continual sexual dalliances; her modern ideals and fears about assuming the crown once she came of age and was wed.
Yet after all theyd been through together, Cas still considered her his best friend and nothing more. Perhaps this was because her looks werent on par with his-or demonic in the least. Her features were most often described as "elfin. " One problem: she wasnt an elf.
Maybe her breasts were just too small. She glanced down, briefly glaring at them.
Didnt matter. For all her physical shortcomings, tonight she would attempt to change her friendship with Cas, to elevate it.
In preparation, shed extinguished the chandeliers and lit a few candles throughout the rooms. Shed procured several jugs of demon brew, then dismissed the guards stationed outside her door.
And shed dressed for the occasion.
"Wont you tell me whats going on, my darling?" she asked, edging closer. "You always trust me with your secrets. You know Ill keep them forever. "
"My problem doesnt concern you," he said, absently rubbing his throat. "It mustnt. "
"Hmm. Very well. " Shed try another tack. "You havent complimented me on my outfit. " Bettina had grown accustomed to the jeans, sandals, and T-shirts shed worn during her two-semester stint at college, but in Abaddon, shed returned to dressing as her foremothers had.
In other words, shed clad herself in provocative clothes, plaited her dark hair into wild, disordered braids, and donned as much gold jewelry as her body could carry.
As was the Sorceri way, she also wore a mask. The scarlet silk was a thin band around her eyes, making their color stand out-champagne-brown irises circled with a ring of black. According to her godmother, Morgana, her wide eyes were her best feature.
But now Cas barely spared a glance at her red lace-up bodice or her skimpy black skirt with slits up to her hips. The thigh-high boots encasing her legs in soft leather evoked no reaction. He said nothing about the gold armlets winding up each arm, the matching collar around her neck, or the diadem perched upon her head.
A master goldsmith, Bettina had created each of the pieces in her workshop-adding a surprise design modification. She was secretly proud of her skill.
"Very pretty," he said in a distracted tone, glancing in her direction. "You grow prettier with each year. "
Shed read in a womens magazine that a male who liked you wanted to watch you all the time. Youd catch his eyes on you constantly.
Sometimes Cas didnt look at her at all. When he did, sometimes he didnt seem to see her.
No, I must snare his attention! One of two fates awaited her, depending on the outcome of her mission tonight.
If she succeeded in seducing Cas, she would wed her hearts desire and be forever protected by the only male shed ever loved. They would become king and queen of the Deathly Ones and live out their eternal lives together.
If she failed with her demon, a tournament would begin for her hand-and for the crown of Abaddon. Bettina had seen the caliber of contestants beginning to file into Rune.
Swilling demon lords who already had dozens of brutalized wives.
Snakelike Cerunnos who would expect her to feed their spawn-with her flesh.
A troll that wasnt an anatomical match for her.
She knew none of them desired her; they only wanted the throne. Reminded of her prospects, she laid her hand on Cass thigh, saying in a breathy murmur, "Its been so lonely without you here these past few weeks. " She edged even closer. "You still wont confess where in the Lore you went off to?"
"Doesnt concern you," he said, but shed known him long enough to know she was wearing him down.
"Please talk to me, Cas. " She twirled the ends of her bodice laces, trying to draw his attention to her diminutive-but expertly displayed-breasts. "Take my mind off my fate. "
"And that is another worry I contend with. " He clenched his mug until the handle bent. "How could your godparents do this to you?"
Though Raum and Morgana, the Queen of Sorceri, were lifelong foes of each other, they agreed on one thing: Bettinas need for a husband/protector/king. But since they couldnt agree on a particular male-or even a particular species-theyd decided to host this tournament.
Searching only for the strongest champion in the Lore, theyd opened it to all creatures.
Olden ways. Abaddon had once been known for blood sport within its notorious Iron Ring-and for virgins offered up as prizes.
Bettina knew her two guardians loved her; they meant well. She also knew how fortunate she was to have them in her life. Halflings born of two hostile species were often shunned by both.
"I agreed to all their terms, Cas. " She remembered that fateful conversation. Shed been sobbing, telling them, "Yes, yes, Ill do anything. Just get me my power back!" Sinister and destructive as it might be.
Cas scoffed. "Agreed? You mean they manipulated you. "
If Bettina ever got famous enough in the Lore to earn a trailing name-like Maksimillia the Butcher or Lothaire the Enemy of Old-it would probably be Bettina the Pushover. Maybe Bettina the Easy Mark.
"Always, they get their way with you!"
Not always. Last year, shed stunned everyone-including herself-and defied her guardians in order to attend a mortal design college. Ever since she was young, shed been obsessed with fashion and jewelry creation, the Sorceri love of gold and garb running deep in her. Shed consumed every book on the subject and had been hungry to learn more and hone her craft.
Far from the prying eyes of Castle Rune, Bettina had been a carefree Lorean, blending with humans, enjoying freedom, new friends, and even her own flat with electricity and modern amenities! No longer had she been a halfling freak among hardy demons-shed been a design geek, immersed in a tribe of them.
One night had changed her entire life. She swallowed, tamping down that memory. "I wasnt exactly in a position to resist my guardians again. "
The first-and last-time shed defied them, shed been punished to within an inch of her life.
Itd taken her two months to convalesce; being part Sorceri and on the cusp of immortality meant she had healed fully-but slowly. The only thing that had gotten her through it?
Caspion.
Each day, hed sat at her bedside, entertaining her with tales of his debauched companions, a randy pack of young demon males.
And ea
ch night hed hunted her attackers relentlessly. Sixty days of hardly eating or sleeping.
But a month ago, Raum had ordered an exhausted Cas off the trail, promising that a cadre of soldiers would take over. Bitterly disappointed, Cas had vanished, returning only last night.
Now he took another drink. "Why in the gods names didnt you wait for me to come back before you agreed to something like this tournament?"
Because my godparents pushed so hard. Because I feel unwhole without my power. Because they withheld the worst details of this medieval fiasco.
"I had little recourse. " And even less now. In fact, Bettina had only one move available to her: seduce Caspion. Only a virgin could be offered up for the tournament. "And besides, I had no idea when you would return since you left me no word. " Over the years, hed disappeared from time to time, going on his more perilous hunts-or benders or attending orgies or whatever else he and his wild friends did.
"Whats done is done, Cas. The fact remains that unless I come up with a way out of this tournament before the start tomorrow night, Im going to be married off to a stranger by the end of next week. "
His voice barely above a whisper, he said, "Im going to be dead by the end of the night. "
Chills raced over her. "You cant say something like that, then not explain. Arent we friends?"
"So many things Ive wanted to do," Cas said, his eyes distant. "So many things Ive never even begun. "
Shed felt the exact same way in that field of poppies.
He finally faced her. "Remember when we were going to travel the rest of the worlds? See every single demonic plane in the Lore?"
"We can still do that. "
"No, Tina. " He ran a palm down the leg of his black pants. "Ive broken one of their laws. They will send him. Straight from the Realm of Blood and Mist. "
"Who?" Bettina demanded. Shed never heard of this realm. "Who do you think will hurt you?"
Who could? Caspion was an adult demon male, now fully immortal. He was also a talented swordsman. Shed watched him train for countless hours. Even now his ever-present sword glinted proudly from the sheath at his side.
So why was his expression one of obvious dread? Shed never seen the stalwart Cas like this.
He suddenly looked his age: a young twenty-five. "They have a secret kingdom, hidden from the Lore. . . . "
Oh, yes, he was on the verge of telling all. "Go on, darling. "
"Their people rarely leave-and then only in a cloaking mist that makes them invisible. Though most otherlanders are forbidden within, I had a powerful friend, a sponsor of sorts, so I was allowed inside. " He paused for a long drink. "But once an otherlander enters, he cant ever leave-except upon pain of death. Yet I did. I couldnt stay in that place any longer, one just as primitive as Abaddon. Here, at least Im free to roam where I will! And my sponsor . . . he changed. Drastically. So I escaped, never thinking their killer could find me on our plane, but I sense him. Already I sense him in Abaddon. "
"Tell me who is looking for you!"
Staring past her, he muttered, "The Prince of Shadow. The most soulless bastard Ive ever met. He comes in the mist, an assassin without equal. To be targeted by him is to be as good as dead. "
"No! Well fight this male. Ill sic the entire army on him, place a bounty on his head! What type of Lorean is he?"
"The kind our army cant fight. Ah, Tina, I shouldnt have left here, should never have gone there to begin with! I was just so godsdamned frustrated, after failing over and over. . . . Now the last thing Ill see is a crescent moon. "
"My darling, youre not making any sense," she said, desperate to stop this assassin. She would gut any foe of his with her new blade-the secret one shed designed to slip into her gold collar. "Let me repay all your kindness to me, Cas. I can help you now. "
"Without your power?"
How matter-of-factly he spoke about that, while she suffered chills. "Then Salem can help. " Salem, her new "servant. "
Once a phantom warrior, able to solidify his body at will, hed been cursed to be a sylph-an invisible spirit, an air elemental. He could possess just about anything-a raven, a pillow, a clock. She would order him to keep an eye out for this mysterious assassin.
Instead of always spying on me. Did Morgana and Raum actually expect her to believe that Salem was a mere domestic? Shed barely shooed the sylph out of her rooms before Cas had arrived tonight. "Salems telekinesis is surprisingly powerful-"
"No one can help me. " Cas stood unsteadily, unfolding his tall form. "I must go, meet with some friends. Settle my accounts. Tell no one of this, Tina, or you betray my trust. "
Shooting to her feet, she cried, "Please dont leave. " He could be going to his death!
"My cards have been dealt. At least no one can say I didnt pay what I owed. " He gave a bitter laugh, as if at an inside joke.
She grabbed his brawny arm. "Then return here tonight. "
He shrugged. "Maybe. "
"No, not maybe. " Recalling his many conquests and his love of females, she glanced up at him from under her lashes, licking her lips. "Come back to me, and Ill welcome you with open arms, Caspion. "
He groaned. "Youre still a virgin, and the future queen of Abaddon. Id have to wed you to bed you. "
"Okay! Youd make an incredible king. "
"Really? The Abaddonae welcoming the guttersnipe orphan as ruler?"
Some of the old guard Deathly Ones held him in low esteem because hed been a foundling with no land or family name, but . . . "Youve been making such strides, Cas. "
She alone knew how much he yearned for acceptance. Though he reveled hard-he worked harder, accumulating wealth with each bounty.
He gave her a sad smile. "You know I cant have you. "
For half a decade, shed assured herself that he hesitated because of the difference in their stations. All she had to do was help him see his own worth.
Or maybe he simply needed to sow his wild oats before settling down.
Chapter 3
After all, who could possibly adore him more than she did? Though he must have guessed her feelings long before now, she finally confessed to his face, "But I . . . I love you, Cas. "
