by Kresley Cole
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A sorceress who could master Morgana-as easily as Morgana could master her. Which one would get to the other first?
"I dont yet know if she lives," Morgana said. "Considering her arrival may harken the apocalypse, Ive made this a bit of a priority. Besides, Raum was tasked with Vrekener disposal. Yet whenever I ask him about his progress, hes very evasive. "
"He said the same thing about you concerning my power. "
"What?" And there went Morganas braids. "How dare he cast aspersions!"
"Do you have my ability or not?"
"And now you doubt me. Im wounded. Terribly. If I werent wearing a face glamour of indifference, youd see my eyes glinting exquisitely. "
"Just answer me. "
"Do I? Dont I? Youll have to wait and see if your godmother has kept her word to her most beloved goddaughter. "
Bettina didnt know what to think. Frustration welled inside her. "Im upholding my end of the deal, and if you two arent-"
Morgana dipped her claw in her wine, then flicked it at Bettina.
She glared, wiping the wine from her cheek with a swipe of her shoulder. When Bettina flicked wine back, Morgana retaliated with a wave of her hand; suddenly a bank of snow tumbled over Bettina.
Bettina gritted her teeth, brushing off her shoulders.
"Thats how you say The subject is closed in Yeti. " Expression darkening, Morgana added, "Shall Abaddon have its first blizzard?"
And just like that, the matter was closed. I hate it when she does that.
Morganas pique disappeared as swiftly as itd arrived. "Look at the crowds. I can hear your tax coffers growing fatter by the second. Raum is wily in that, at least. "
"Why do you disapprove of him so much?"
"I dont disapprove of him. I hate him. Hes demonic and coarse. He fought me fang and claw over the ladys choice round. Tonight hell see how right I was to include it. "
"Still dont care to tell me anything about it? Such as if Ill have a chance to take Gourlav out?"
"A chance? Hmm. There is a chance. And thats all Ill-"
"Say on the matter," Bettina finished for her. She set her dented glass aside, resting her elbows on the railing, peering below. Something caught Bettinas eye. A raven-haired female was sauntering through the crowds-though others were steering clear of her.
It had to be the odd spectator whod been showing up every night. She had pointed ears and wore T-shirts emblazoned with PRINCE OF SHADOW #1! The strange fey creature brought buckets of theater popcorn that she never ate. She tried to start waves and chants, cheering Daciano on.
"Morgana, do you know anything about that weird female who shows up for each nights fight, the one who wears trashy T-shirts?" Was she a former lover of his?
Chapter 29
Bettina sniffed to herself. If so, that bitch ooooolllld.
"Hmm? Dont concern yourself with her. "
"You didnt answer my question. How is she connected to the Prince of Shadow? Tell me. " The female looked like a Valkyrie. Considered "good guys" in the Lore, the Valkyries were major Vertas players.
We dont get many of her ilk here. In times past, the Deathly Ones had sided with the more nefarious factions of the Lore. For this Accession, Raum had already made gestures to ally with the Horde and other demonarchies aligned with the Pravus.
"Your eyes go bright, freakling. Are you jealous of the female? After all, you are the Shadow Princes Bride. "
"Of course Im not jealous. " I might be jealous.
"He looks at you as if youre a virgin vein. Theres much to be said for obsessive hunger. " Morgana patted her hand knowingly. "Solid partnerships have been built on less. Did I mention that I spoke with him the other night while he awaited his bout?"
"You did what?" Questions about the raven-haired spectator disappeared.
"I told him, You must be a Forbearer. He merely said, Must I? then turned away. That dripping disdain-so sexy!"
Morgana had no idea how sexy that vampire was. I do. Because he was mine for three brief encounters.
"I decided I wanted his tongue on me; I couldnt decide if I wanted it still attached to his mouth or not. So I held off. Now Im glad I did, since youre so possessive of him. "
"Im not possessive. " Morgana together with Daciano? The idea made her want to screech.
"And there go your eyes once more. Raum has shown favoritism at every turn, gunning for a demon king. It would serve him right if you wed a vampire. " With a chuckle, she turned to leave.
But at the doorway, she gazed back with a thoughtful look on her face, offering Bettina cryptic wisdom: "Remember, freakling, the greatest thing about having power is the mere having of power. Use the latter well, and youll never have to use the former. "
Just hours ago, Trehan had been in his tent, sharpening his gleaming sword, grappling with a fury so strong it scalded him inside.
Now he sat at his desk, cleaning his well-bloodied sword, face spattered with gore-and still struggling to rein in his overwhelming rage.
Im backsliding.
But didnt the term backsliding indicate that hed reached this level of fury before? Hed never known it as he had on this day.
After wading through Bettinas memories, hed finally seen things he couldnt unsee. I did things Id never undo.
He peered at the burlap bag at his feet and the plain black staff beside it. Think of something else, he told himself. The tournament began in minutes. Change the direction of your musings.
What else was there to think of besides Bettina? What else . . . ?
Ah, Dacia. My former home.
Would the Realm of Blood and Mist soon have a new king?
After days of tracking Lothaire all over the world and spying on the vampires luxurious York penthouse, the cousins had learned much about their potential ruler-and his Bride.
Indeed, theres a catch. Lothaires female was Elizabeth Peirce, a human "mountain girl" peasant. She was pretty for a mortal, with long dark hair and an intelligent gaze.
But humans perished so easily.
Unfortunately, transforming her into a vampire would be nigh impossible. Females rarely survived the transition, and never with Horde blood, polluted and dark as it was.
Lothaire was indeed on some kind of mission; Trehan would bet his soul that the Enemy of Old sought some way to make his Bride undying.
Lothaires mission-combined with his madness-had made for some precarious episodes. To ensure his and Elizabeths safety, the cousins had been forced to secretly intercede-up until the time when secrecy had no longer been possible.
The Enemy of Old now knew they were tracking him. . . .
But with each day, the vampire was healing under his females influence. At times, hed proved as calculating as any Dacian.
Pros: Lothaire was more powerful than any other vampire and would make a mighty regent. Cons: He remained bloodthirsty-in all senses of the term.
Still, Mirceo had already voted to install Lothaire. "A red-eyed king who bites others with impunity? My ballot reads: yes," Mirceo had said with a wink, shocking the older three cousins.
Trehan had scowled at him. "Biting isnt . . . Dacians simply dont bite others," hed said, sounding prudish and old, even to himself. "Keeping our blood untainted is what separates us from the Horde. "
"Really, Uncle? You know mated Dacians must taste each others blood. Even if no one speaks of it. Perhaps with such a king as Lothaire, bloodtaking will be taboo no more?"
"Exchanging blood could happen accidentally," Stelian had pointed out, "but a bite is consciously done. Were above such needs. "
Apparently not me. Maybe Trehan had Horde blood in his ancestry . . . ?
Viktor was on the fence about installing Lothaire, saying, "Hes much worse than Id thought. The only way Id agree is if he figures out how to bond with his female and make her immortal. Oh, and if we withhold as much pertinent information from him as possible. " Why? "So he has reason to keep us alive. "<
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Stelian had grown dead set against Lothaire.
And Trehan? I am . . . ready. New ruler or not, the kingdom was no longer Trehans mistress. Now he was free to serve another completely, a wide-eyed halfling he would kill to possess.
To protect. Zeii mea, I want to protect her forever.
Today, at last, he had begun.
"Welcome, all, to the Morgana show!" her godmother announced to the crowd.
Bettina sighed. This is going to be a long night. She gazed around the grandstand, noting all the changes Morganas minions had wrought over the day.
Sorceri banners of crimson and purple now swathed the area, like slashes of paint on a gray Abaddon canvas. Crystal domes levitated above the great torches, the glass casting brilliant prisms over everything.
Was it just her, or had the Sorceri banquet table lengthened-while the demon table had shortened? And no meat graced the demons feast, which Bettina thought was unnecessarily cruel.
Raum sat beside Bettina on the dais with his goblet all but attached to his face. He was cruising toward battle-ax mode, casting Morgana black looks.
There had to be a story between those two, something more than Bettina knew.
Morgana was in rare form tonight, dressed in her most impressive pieces. Her gold bustier was encrusted with diamonds-she called the piece her "Valkyrie slayer"-and her full-length skirt was sequined with more diamonds, hundreds of them.
Across her face, she had sapphires affixed in the shape of a mask. Her eyes glowed with her amusement, lighting the gems. But her headdress was the most awing sight to behold, a fan of gold, studded with mismatched jewels-choice heirlooms from all the Loreans shed slain over her long life.
Bettina couldnt lift the piece by herself. Three Inferi had to heft it atop Morganas shoulders. Yet the sorceress carried it with aplomb.
Now Morgana cupped her hand to her ear. "I said, Welcome to the Morgana show! "
Sorceri cheered-frantically, as if their lives depended on it. Wise.
Apparently dissatisfied with the level of applause, she announced, "I am the one who sponsored the preceding spectacles, including the floor show-"
The crowd erupted into cheers and foot stomping.
Guess my subjects are big on floor shows. Good to know.
"Silence!" Morgana commanded. At once, everyone went quiet. "Tonights round is the ladys choice. It will have much, much more tension and emotional poignancy than the other mundane rounds. " Sly look at Raum. "This is a contest of wits-the only muscle used will be the brain. "
At last Bettina would find out what this was all about.
Morgana waved to the guards at the sanctum gate. "Bring forth the competitors. " The six remaining males filed out to stand in a line below the grandstand-Gourlav, the Lykae, the remaining fire demon, the last stone demon, Caspion, and Daciano.
Just looking at the vampire brought on a pang of feeling. Which meant . . .
I have more than just Cas to worry about tonight.
For once Daciano wasnt gazing at her but staring out into the misty night, clearly preoccupied. What had happened to him today? What turmoil had Salem witnessed?
"Six of you will enter. Three will die," Morgana told them. "Now, the rules of this round are simple. You have ten minutes to return here with an offering for Princess Bettina. She will rate them from favorite to least. The trio whose gifts rank lowest will lose their heads. "
Bettinas jaw slackened. It was one thing to see males battling it out to the death-having to decide exactly who would perish was another thing altogether. She bit out to Raum, "You knew about this?"
He patted her hand, looking anywhere but at her face. "Over before you know it, mgirl. "
Tonight Morgana had made her the judge and jury. For three beings. Bettina would all but execute them herself.
As Bettina bristled beside Raum, Morgana continued, "Whoever wins tonight will go directly to the final round, awaiting the victor of tomorrow nights semifinal match. "
Cas caught Bettinas eye, mouthing, Just made the finals. Of course he was jovial; he knew he was safe. He could bring her dirt, and shed adore it.
"The runner-up," Morgana said, "will receive a tour of Rune tonight, guided by Princess Bettina herself. "
Tour? Tour!!!
"You will bring your offerings to the sanctum, then return here," Morgana said.
Dacianos face was as impassive as ever, but his eyes were black. Bettina sensed that this challenge had taken him off guard.
"Beginning now. " The great horn punctuated Morganas words.
Once the contestants had hastened, traced, or were wrangled away, Morgana turned to Bettina. "Lets see how well your suitors know you. It takes so little to make a sorceress happy. All we need is gold, wine, gold, bold color, merriment, gold, power-"
"Ill pick Gourlavs as last," Bettina informed her godmother, "and be done with him. "
"Alas, you must answer honestly. " Morgana sipped from her goblet. "Just as the terms of the contract will compel those entrants to return-despite their prospects-youll be compelled to tell the truth. "
Their prospects? They were returning to a fifty-fifty chance of death. Dread suffused her.
Though Cas was completely safe, what if Daciano offered her something she detested?
"And besides," Morgana said, "you wont be privy to which contestant offered which gift. "
"What?"
Trehans options were few.
Hed already procured his "gift" for Bettina, but it was the type that should be given with explanation and tact. Otherwise, she might react badly to it.
Screams, fainting, retching-all possible.
He knew his Bride could be . . . skittish at times. However, his offering was something shed dreamed of, and her guardians would be pleased.
All beings in the Lore would be put on notice.
If Trehan wanted to signal to Raum and Morgana that he was a male who should possess their ward, this was a solid move.
But thinking of her fears made him doubt. Ever cold, ever logical Trehan was unable to make a decision.
Is this a rational play?
Or do I merely want to demonstrate what I alone can give to her? Demonstrate it to the entire realm?
