Shadows Claim

by Kresley Cole

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  When burning rays of sun spilled into the room, he took one last look at her, then disappeared.

  After Bettina tossed on a robe and ripped off her mask, she all but dived for Salems bell, ringing it frantically.

  "Whats bloody wrong with you, chit?" the nearly empty jug on her coffee table demanded.

  "Have you been watching over Cas?"

  "I have. I morphed wiv the ceiling directly over the bed of the strumpet hes been pile-driving for hours. Hes been doing things to her that you would not believe. Ill just pop off and get back to me post-"

  "Wait. " Bettina ground her teeth, reminding herself that it wasnt as if she and Cas had any commitment between them.

  And it isnt like I havent been with somebody else tonight.

  "Go back to the strumpets," she bit out, "and tell Caspion that I met the vampire sent to assassinate him. "

  The air shivered around her, the only indicator of Salems emotions. No longer was he in the jug. She sensed him occupying a curl of her hair.

  Right at her ear, he yelled, "An assassin was in your apartments? Why the bloody-ell didnt you call for me?"

  Bettina jumped. "Just go get Cas! Ill explain everything to the two of you. "

  "I should have been here wiv you. And what if this leech returns? Ill tell Raum-"

  "No! I dont believe theres a danger now that the suns risen. Now go!"

  Three minutes later, both Salem and Cas returned to her rooms. Cas was half-dressed, reeking of perfume, his horns and mouth smeared with lipstick. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing flawless bronzed skin and more lipstick all the way to his navel.

  What faceless female had enjoyed Cass body over the night? Gods, the jealousy stung! Sometimes Bettina was glad that she didnt still possess her Sorceri power, could only imagine what she might be tempted to do in a fit of pique.

  She gazed down at her splayed fingers; even after all this time, she expected power and light to boil up from her palms. Instead, emptiness tolled inside her.

  A hollowness that nothing can alleviate. . . .

  "You saw him?" Cas demanded as he pulled on a boot. "He was here?"

  "Yes. In the flesh. " And in my bed.

  "How are you still alive?" Somewhat dressed, Cas laid his roughened hands on her shoulders, much as the vampire had done. "He never leaves anyone alive! Its forbidden for him to be seen by otherlanders!"

  She swallowed. "Im . . . well, I guess Im an exception. "

  Salem shimmered through the room, possessing one of Cass hands, but the demon shuddered, flicking his fingers with disgust.

  Salem alighted, settling back into her hair. "Divvy, princess. "

  "The thing of it is . . . Im his Bride. "

  As Cas gaped, Salem said, "So the demon pissed off some vampires, and they hired an assassin who recognizes you as his mate? Oh, this just gets better and better. "

  "Thats about right. "

  Cas opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then tried once more before saying, "You blooded him?"

  "Why do you sound that disbelieving?" She tightened the sash on her robe with snappish motions. "Some males actually find me attractive, Caspion. "

  "I know, I know. But-"

  "And dont make it sound like this is my fault! I was asleep in my bed minding my own business when he appeared in my room. "

  "Because he was looking for me!" Cas backed away from her, swiping the back of his hand over his lipstick-stained mouth. "Ive put you in danger, put you in that bastards sights. " Then he frowned. "Why is the vampire not here, trying to steal you?"

  How embarrassing. She stared at the floor when she admitted, "I think he left me . . . because I told him of my feelings for you. He was angered. " But not toward the very end. Then hed seemed detached, unaffected by what had taken place between them.

  "The bloody Prince of Shadow," Cas said. "Angered. What have I done?"

  "How did he get past my warding spell in the first place?" Shed been completely vulnerable. What if hed had ill intent? Her hand went to her throat. Could the Vrekeners get in at will? That spell had been in place since the castle had been built-was it expiring?

  "The vampire turned to mist," Cas absently said. "Hes got centuries of experience foiling barriers. I was certain he could get to me. "

  "Mist! Vampires!" Salem exclaimed. "You two are talkin about a Dacian?"

  "He told me his name was Daciano," Bettina said. "What exactly is a Dacian? I thought they were the Hordes boogeymen. Super-vampires of legend. "

  Cas muttered a harsh curse. "They are secret. Anyone who knows of them dies! Ill not speak of this in front of Salem. "

  "As if I cant find out all soon anyway," Salem said. "Im a phantom. Well, a sylph. Dont you two understand that therere no secrets kept from Salem? None. " He addressed Bettina. "Like when the princess noshed hallucinogens last year at a-what do the mortals call it?-rave. "

  How could he know that?

  To Cas, he said, "Or what you did wiv those two Lykae sisters one full moon? Almost lost a hand that night, yeah?"

  Cas swallowed uncomfortably, looking shamefaced. What happened with the she-wolves?

  "Fine. You know things," Cas said. "But how can we be assured that you havent been telling all this to Raum?"

  "Because Raum has two gears: jolly and furious-bear hug or battle-ax to the brain. He cant hide reactions. Now, you two, decide: Salem as ally or enemy?"

  She narrowed her eyes. "Why do you want to be involved in our lives if not to tell Raum all you learn?"

  "Because I cant fight, eat, drink, sleep, or wank. Its difficult to get a leg over when you dont have legs! I want in on the intrigue! Now, demon, what did you do?"

  Bettina sank down on her settee. "Oh, for golds sake, Cas, just tell him. "

  With a grated sound of irritation, he said, "I left. Once you enter Dacia, you cant leave without special permission. Its granted very rarely for native Daci-and never to kingdom newcomers. "

  "Did no one tell you these rules?" she asked.

  "I thought I could get around them, or that my sponsor would call the dogs off. At worst, I believed Id have sanctuary here. I never told them I was from Abaddon, still dont know how their killer reached me here so quickly. He cant have ever been here before. " Cas rubbed his palm over his face. "And how in the gods names did he find you?"

  "I have no idea. I just woke up and there he was. "

  Cas cast her a puzzled look. "How could he leave if his blooding wasnt completed?"

  When Bettina studied her hands in her lap, tension rolled off him, so strong she gazed up again. Never had she seen him so furious. Even Salem had begun to blur the air with his anger.

  "He forced you?" Cas grated. "I will gut him before he ever has a chance to strike at me!"

  "No! It wasnt like that. "

  Salem snapped, "Then what was it like?"

  Taking a deep breath, she said, "I was tipsy. I thought he was Cas. " Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. "I was . . . receptive. "

  Cas drew his shoulders back. "You couldnt tell that it was another?" he demanded, clearly affronted.

  "The room was dark! And we werent doing much . . . talking. But no permanent damage has been done. Im still a virgin. Just perhaps a jot more educated. "

  Cas reached forward, lifting her gold collar. "At least he didnt bite you. "

  Chapter 8

  She recalled how hard Daciano had fought not to. I will never hurt you. . . . "He stopped himself when he saw I was upset. "

  "A very lucky break for us. To be bitten by a vampire is . . . altering. " He glanced away briefly before facing her once more. "Ill find a way to protect you from him. Somehow. He might be ancient and skilled with a sword, but Ill figure out a way. When he returns, Ill make my move. "

  She didnt share Cass optimism. That chilling lethality . . . "Wait, you said ancient?"

  "At least nine centuries. "

  How very . . . old. She didnt know how she felt about
that. But for Caspion, this was disastrous. Age brought strength to immortals. "He said he has no plans to return for me, but he definitely will for you, Cas. Do you really think you can defeat a professional killer? A long-lived Dacian? You certainly hadnt earlier-you were convinced that hed end you. "

  "That was before you were involved. Now I have to find a way. "

  Salem said, "Thats the thing about an assassin-wiv each kill, he risks capture or death himself. A long-lived assassin means he wins every single time. "

  Cas rubbed his throat again.

  Bettina pressed her advantage. "Theres only one course of action. Enter the tournament. Raum and Morgana guarantee each contestants safety out of the ring. The vampire couldnt touch you. And you know you can beat anybody who enters. "

  Though he wasnt as powerful as he could be-death demons garnered strength from each kill and his job had been to track, not execute-Cas was an excellent swordsman, and he could trace.

  A flicker of hope rose in his eyes. Then he shook his head. "And if I win? What then? Say I eliminate this assassin afterward and wed you. You would deprive my fated mate of her male? Id be making both of our lives miserable. "

  Her mind cried, I might be your mate. "You cant know its not me. And Im free to love whoever I want to. " Unlike many Lore species, Sorceri didnt have a mystical fated mate per se. But they did wed and form lifelong bonds.

  "Im sorry, Bettina. " His expression looked genuinely remorseful, his blond brows drawn. "I cant enter. "

  Disappointment threatened to engulf her, but she strived for a calm tone. "I see. I could ask Morgana for help against the vampire. " Bettinas godmother was just like a big sister.

  That one did not ever, ever, ever want to cross.

  Yet Bettina was desperate once more. "She doesnt arrive until this eve-wont stay on this wretched demonic plane any longer than necessary-but I could ask her then. "

  Morgana reviled all demons, still couldnt believe her best friend Eleara-Bettinas late mother-had wed one. But the sorceress might actually agree to help Cas just to thwart the vampire.

  Morgana would interpret Trehan Dacianos actions with Bettina as a trick, and Sorceri were supposed to be the tricksters-not the trickees. The great queen might kill the vampire for that alone.

  Cas took her shoulders again. "You cant tell anyone else about this! No one is supposed to know the Dacians even exist. Already too many know. Id be betraying Mirceo even more. "

  Mirceo? "But Morgana can help-"

  "Vow to me, Tina. You would put the Sorceri at risk, put yourself more at risk!"

  When he looked at her like this, with his blue eyes glowing with feeling, she could deny him nothing. She mumbled, "I vow it. "

  "This is all fine and good," Salem said, "worrying about Caspion. But you have plenty on your plate to be worrying about. Not every female in the brothel was lucky enough to be serviced by him. I saw other competitors inside. A trio of two-headed Ajatars. Cerunnos. Even a pus demon-oh, scuse me, an excretorian-was there. "

  Ajatars had metal teeth and breathed fire. Cerunnos were snakelike humanoids. Excretorians leaked pus from every pore. She turned to Cas. "Please dont leave me to this fate. They will cancel the tournament completely if Im not a virgin. Cant you just . . . would it be so bad . . . ?"

  "Bettina," he began gravely, "theres something you should know. "

  Show yourself," Trehan demanded of his seemingly empty apartments. He sensed danger looming. A regular occurrence for him in Dacia.

  His gaze flickered over the shadowed corners of the gilded sitting area, then up to scan the vaulted ceilings. He stole a quick glance down the two adjoining corridors. One led to his bedchamber; the other opened up into a wing with unending bookshelves.

  When only silence greeted him, he returned to his task: researching.

  Hed assured his newfound Bride that he had no plans to return for her. True at the time. But now . . .

  The idea of never seeing her again made him crazed.

  Shed asked him, "What do you want from me?" He wanted to go back in time and answer: "Everything! Everything that is mine by right!"

  But hed done the rational thing-and left her. Never had he regretted a rational decision.

  Might I now?

  Hed told himself he simply didnt have enough information to conclude anything about her. He needed to contemplate this in a logical fashion, gathering facts.

  So hed turned to his books, retrieving a tome on vampire physiology, the weighty Book of Lore, and a recently published history of the various demonarchies. Laying the books out on one side of his large desk, hed set the tournament invitation on the other.

  In the physiology manual, Trehan confirmed the harsh realities of his situation. Unless a vampire claimed his Bride completely, he would be filled with aggression, irrational jealousy, and uncontrollable sexual urges.

  Perhaps Trehan should have agreed to her offer and taken her. Aggression? Check. Irrational jealousy? When he thought of Bettina responding with such abandon to Caspion, Trehan traced to his feet, wrestling with a murderous rage. Check.

  Uncontrollable sexual urges? Upon returning home to wash and change, hed grown achingly hard just from the evidence of his release in his pants. After all, he hadnt scented or seen it for the better part of a millennium.

  The book also said that a vampire must penetrate his mate with his fangs. As the demons and Lykae did. Which we consider barbaric.

  But this book had been written about vampires-in general. Dacians were different, superior to other factions like the Horde and the Forbearers. He assured himself of this, even as he recalled how badly hed craved biting her.

  Dominion . . .

  With an inward shake, he turned to the demon history book, to the Abaddonae entry.

  Aptly named, the Deathly Ones derived strength from every kill they made, so historically theyd been at war more often than not. Their plane was an isolated swamp realm of no consequence, with a typical off-world time variance.