Shadows Claim

by Kresley Cole

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  "P-power?"

  "The tides have turned. This Accession, the Sorceri will rise once more. Thanks to the scythe. "

  "How? What does that mean? Y-you said you couldnt get my sorcery back from the weapon. That it was just a conduit to get powers up to the vault. "

  "I lied. I wasnt sure if this was possible at the time, and my style is to under-promise and over-deliver. But Ive used my unparalleled abilities and the full force of my sorcery to-how do I put this?-reverse the flow. Only two virgins and a basket of puppies had to be sacrificed for the ritual. "

  Bettina swallowed, hoping she was kidding. "Youve stolen back all the Sorceri powers?"

  "Naturally Ive collected a few abilities for my own-a kind of tax on my subjects, as it were, for our defense. But most powers will be returned to their rightful owners. "

  Bettinas heart began to pound. Like this rightful owner?

  "Incidentally, after I downloaded all those powers, I uploaded a nasty little spell for our Vrekener foes. "

  "What kind of spell?"

  "Lets put it this way: the mighty? Oh, how they will fall. And thats all Ill say on the subject. "

  Bettina didnt care, her mind focused on one thing. "Am I to get my power back?"

  "Theres something you must agree to first. "

  She was about to cry, "Anything!" But then Bettina realized she was no longer that girl-the one whod begged, the one whod agreed to the tournament in the first place. "Tell me, Morgana. "

  "You must never use this power against the Valkyries. At least not until after the Accession. "

  "What? Why?"

  "That Valkyrie soothsayer was the one who predicted the scythe would come into play in this tournament. She provided Raum and myself with inside information," Morgana said, adding dryly, "though she neglected to mention that she was divining for both of us. "

  A Valkyrie had been turning the crank? "The raven-haired one? But you hate the Valkyries. "

  "Hate? Just because I secretly wanted them all dead? It was never personal. " She waved a hand, as if at a buzzing fly. "It seems the Sept of Sorceri are now siding with the good guys. Apparently, Team Vertas doesnt mind that Im evil. Once youre queen of Abaddon, I suggest you align your kingdom accordingly, so my new Valkyrie besties and I dont have to annihilate you. "

  "Team Vertas," Bettina repeatedly dumbly. She supposed it could be worse. The great Sabine and her new husband were allying with those "good guy" factions. "I agree to your condition. "

  "Good. And now that weve taken care of the fine print"-Morganas hand started to emit light-"would you like to be made whole?"

  Mouth gone dry, Bettina nodded. She wished Daciano were here to see this moment. She wished Cas were by her side. And Raum.

  She gazed in Salems direction.

  "Go on, Princess, get your heart-stopping on!"

  As Bettina crossed to her, Morgana raised her hand, and more light boiled up from her palm. Heated air began to flutter around the sorceresss body, her gold jewelry vibrating.

  At once, a rare wind blew, rocking the spire, bursting open the balcony doors. Rain pelted the interior. The flame chandeliers hissed and died. The wind twisted inside the round room like a tornado, scattering sodden papers and silks.

  "Are you ready?" Morgana queried over the din.

  The air was heavy with magic; it pricked at Bettinas skin. Her hair tossed in the wind. "Im ready!" She inhaled deeply-

  Morganas hand suddenly went dark. The wind died, the sorcery dissipated. "You know, I just remembered how you doubted me. It seems this tournament has been wonderful for you. But you complained incessantly about the minor details, like the countless deaths. Bitch, bitch, bitch-"

  "Morgana!"

  "Whos your favorite godmother? Whos the best sorceress in the entire Lore? Say it. "

  With a roll of her eyes, Bettina muttered, "Morganas the best sorceress in the entire Lore. "

  Mollified, her godmother said, "Then enjoy. " She shoved her palm against Bettinas forehead. Fire seemed to leap from the sorceresss hand. The wind howled once more.

  Bettinas body seized, her back arching, her limbs twisting. But Morgana held her aloft, pouring sorcery into her, as if into an empty vessel.

  "Almost done, freakling. Almost . . . "

  Levitating. Heat rushing. Bettinas muscles knotted until she thought they would snap-

  "There!" Morgana finished, releasing her at last.

  Gasping breaths, Bettina clutched her godmothers shoulder for balance. Is it back? Am I whole?

  Salem laughed. "That was bloody brilliant, ladies! And oddly arousing. If I had a body, Id be cock-up right now. "

  Amber light filled Bettinas palms. The excruciating emptiness shed suffered had disappeared. Happiness bloomed, manifesting itself in swirls of sorcery all around her. "Oh, my gold. Its . . . back. " She staggered before she found her footing.

  Perhaps I have finally found my footing?

  "Consider that a wedding gift. " Morgana smoothed her hair. "Now. What shall you wear for your nuptials tonight?"

  Though hours had passed since Morgana had left, and the days storm had long abated, the vampire still hadnt appeared.

  Even after her shocking turn of fortunes, Bettina grew apprehensive. No, think of something else. Like your wedding!

  Tonight, after the final round, she would return here and change, then Raum would escort her to court.

  She gazed over the bridal ensemble laid out across her bed. It had been Elearas. The skirt consisted of tulle layers with an ivory silk overlay and a train. Gloves cut to match. The top was an elegant bustier, forged of-what else?-white gold.

  Chapter 45

  Morgana had used her sorcery to update a couple of touches and freshen the fabrics. Then shed tossed a glamour over her own face to disguise her misting eyes. The afternoon had been wonderful; even Morgana had said, "I think we just bonded. Is this bonding?"

  So why was Bettina laden with this apprehension? Why hadnt Daciano checked in? What if his plan was being derailed right at this moment? What if Cas wasnt safe?

  At the very least, she needed to be privy to the vampires plan-so she could take the news to Raum, the de facto referee.

  Decided, she donned her cloak, readying to set out for Dacianos tent. On her way out, she passed Salem, reading mags.

  "Oi! You need an escort?" he asked.

  "Im okay," she said. I think. Well see.

  "Im supposing you will be, now that youre the Queen of Hearts again. "

  She frowned. Cas assumed she was braver because the Vrekeners had perished. Salem thought shed been emboldened by her power.

  Sure, these things hadnt hurt matters. But Cas and Salem didnt understand-even without those developments, Bettina still wouldve made this walk.

  After the last two nights with the vampire, something had shifted with her thinking. Not simply because a strong, sexy vampire had told her greatness resides in you-but because shed begun to see that he might just have a point. . . .

  "Ill be back soon," she told Salem.

  Out on the street, the buildings didnt loom so large. Maybe the more she pushed herself, the easier it would be?

  The easier for this mouse to twitch her tail at the sky.

  When she reached Dacianos tent, she ducked under the flaps, careful not to let even the setting sunlight in. She found him alone, looking as if hed just stopped himself midsentence.

  She peered around. "They were just here, werent they? Your cousins?"

  "Yes. They congratulated me on my success, on winning you and this realms crown. " His appearance startled her.

  Whereas she was refreshed and invigorated, he looked distracted and weary, so different from how hed been just hours before. Now his face was pale and dark circles marred the skin under his eyes. He looked like hed lost weight over the day, his tailored clothing hanging looser on his frame. And why not? Much of his blood stained the clay ground of the Iron Ring. If he wasnt
drinking to replenish it . . .

  "They also brought word of Lothaire. It seems he has found the way to make his Bride immortal. They are bonded. "

  "Thats amazing. "

  "Its been a long time coming. We have voted to install them as regents. Or at least, my cousins have. "

  She went to him, laying her hands on his chest. "That must be bittersweet for you. "

  "There is much to . . . take in. Over a span of mere days, Ive been blooded, surrendered one kingdom to become king of another, and forsaken the Realm of Blood and Mist for Abaddon, the land of my Bride. "

  I will make you happy here, vampire. You wont regret it. "When was the last time you slept through a day?" A brutal tension seemed to be grinding inside him. This close she could perceive it.

  "Weeks. " His lips curled, but the smile didnt quite reach his eyes. "Ive had much to do with the tournament and with my last duties to Dacia. In any case, Ill sleep once Ive made you my wife. We wont leave our bed for days. "

  Though that sounded heavenly, she still worried about his health. "You arent drinking either?"

  His gaze strayed to her pulse again. The idea of his weakness and thirst brought on a pang of worry.

  Maybe I should have let him bite me. Hed made everything else wonderful for her; why should that prove any different? Tonight, she would bare her neck for him.

  For now, she went to his sideboard and poured a goblet of blood from a crystal carafe. In the past, she might have found it distasteful, but now it was literally her vampires lifeblood. "Here, Trehan. Drink. "

  He groused-like a typical male-but he did take the glass, downing it with a grimace. "All other blood is foul after Ive tasted yours. " Then he frowned. "Why are you here? Is something wrong?"

  Maybe she could tell him about her power later. He seemed to have a little too much on his mind just now. "I need to know more about your plan for tonight. "

  "Why?"

  "For one, it involves me. And I dont walk blindly into situations like this anymore. "

  He tilted his head appraisingly. "Very well. " He traced to the heavy contract scroll, hefting it in one hand. "I read every minuscule handwritten word of text in this, every rule. "

  "But isnt it written in old Demonish?"

  "Correct. Which proved time-consuming to translate-another reason Im fatigued. " He shrugged. "Though the language is Demonish, the rules are based on ancient Sorceri law, from a time when your kind valued gallantry. Theres a mercy clause. "

  "What does that mean?"

  "If one competitor is facing certain death, the prize female can bestow a favor upon him, removing him from the tournament, but saving his life. When I have Caspion at the point of my sword, youll plead mercy. And then the tournament will be ended. "

  Mercy? "But I thought there was some way for it to be a draw between you and Cas. "

  "Then you were mistaken. There must be a victor. "

  "I have no idea what Cas will do. Vampire, hes very proud. He was a foundling, has had to work his way up in the world. This plea might be intolerable for him. He could lash out. "

  And Cas had been getting stronger with each kill. Though she was under no illusion that he could defeat the vampire, Cas might not be easy to subdue without hurting himself in the process.

  "All will be well," Daciano said. "I have this under control. "

  If shed known this information a little sooner, she could have sat Cas down and tried to explain the situation to him, to persuade him to accept it. Now shed be lucky if she found him before the match at all. "Theres absolutely no way to have a tie?"

  Daciano shoved his fingers through his disheveled hair. Voice growing louder with each word, he asked, "Ive found a way to save his life, and thats not good enough for you?"

  "I-I just wish I had known. " Hed never raised his voice to her.

  "Why? What would have changed?" His eyes flashed black with fury. "Last night in your bed?"

  She swallowed. "I-I know youve been under a lot of pressure. And I dont want to fight with you. I should probably let you rest. "

  "Youre going to find Caspion then!"

  She thought about lying, considering all avenues to smooth this over. But she refused to be browbeaten. If this vampire wanted to share her life, then hed best understand that Cas would always have a place in it. "First Im going to see Raum-so hell know to end the fight when he hears the plea. But then, I am going to talk to Cas, to explain this to him. Otherwise, he might do something hotheaded and charge you. I just want to make sure that youll both come out of this unharmed. "

  Menace rolled off the vampire. "You dont trust me to control what happens in the ring against a whelp like him?"

  "Whelp?" His condescension rankled.

  "Ive told you to trust me, Bettina. "

  Her chin shot up. "And Ive told you I need to take this to my friend, out of caution. "

  His fangs sharpened, glinting in the firelight. "Always you think of Caspion!"

  Perhaps she had been deluded to think she could bridge the distance between Daciano and Cas. "Please, just calm down-"

  "Calm down? Do you know how many times that phrase has been uttered to me? Never. Youve got me on the razors edge, Princess!" He gave a bitter laugh, and she thought he muttered, "Backsliding. "

  If shed ever wondered what a blood-starved, exhausted, jealous Dacian would look like . . . behold. Shed try one more attempt at reason. "Trehan, I am grateful for what youve done. I should have told you that. Like I said, I dont want to argue with you. But there are other things to consider. Im just trying to prepare everyone involved. I know better than anyone the danger of being unprepared. "

  At that, he inhaled deeply, clearly making an effort to rein in his temper. "I will speak to Raum. Afterward, Ill escort you to the ring. "

  "No, that wouldnt be right. This round might be a formality, but-"