Shadows Claim

by Kresley Cole

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  "Eşti a mea, Bettina!" He gripped her shoulders, bringing her face close to his. "You are already mine. Forever, you belong to me!"

  She remembered something else Salem had said: The cold ones go big. "Vampire, be practical. The people might take cues from me and back you more than they already do. " No one to cheer for Caspion? Hed fought hard to advance this far in the tournament, risking his life repeatedly-hed earned some consideration.

  And hes about to lose so much.

  "Your people should take cues from you. "

  "What I mean is that everyone will think Im siding with you over Cas. " Perception is reality.

  "You are!"

  She shook her head. "Its not that simple. "

  "It is! Then youre not choosing me over him?"

  The vampires already driving the wedge! "Dont put it like that! And dont put my back against the wall over this!" Bettina would be damned if they set this precedent. With your actions, you train others how to treat you. "Cas will have a place in my future-resign yourself. "

  "Do you or dont you choose me?"

  "Youre not being fair to me, and youre not hearing me!" He seemed to interpret everything she said as: I want Cas. "I choose both of you-for different things. Trehan, I cant turn my back on him just because of how I feel about you-"

  "Not good enough!" he snapped. In a softer tone, he added, "There will be only one male in your life-me. Tonight in the ring, I will explain this to Caspion. By the time his bones mend, hell fear ever to look at you again. "

  "Enough!" she cried. "What is wrong with you?" Where is my tender, gentle vampire from last night? "Youre about to get everything-this victory, your Bride, the entire kingdom. Cas gets nothing! And now you want to grind him under your boot? In front of our people? I wont have it! Show some compassion!"

  "You feel that for him!" The vampire grasped her nape, studying her face with eyes gone black as pitch. "What other feelings linger?"

  "Of course I feel compassion for him! Weve shared years of friendship. "

  "Its my right to win this night!"

  "Yes, it is-but that doesnt mean you have to crush my best friend to do it. "

  "One day, Bettina, I will reach my limit with this. " He brushed her hair back, then straightened her mask. His touch was tender even as his words were harsh: "Youd best make your plea ring out, lest I rip him apart with these hands. " Then he traced away.

  Still shaken by Dacianos behavior, Bettina had found Raum and hastily explained the clause. Hed been bemused but accepting, deferring to her in everything-as if she were already queen.

  As if he couldnt wait to have another rule. It was a little unnerving.

  Next, Bettina set out to find Cas, locating him near the entrance to the sanctum. His rowdy friends were pumping him up, punching his torso as they yelled encouragement: "Gut that fucking leech!" "A pair of fangs to start your collection!" They rammed his horns, spurring his aggression, his instinctive need for a fresh kill.

  "I have to talk to you, Cas. "

  He traced over. "What is it? Im about to go in. "

  There was no easy way to put this. "What if I told you there was a mercy clause in the rules, an out for one of the contestants?"

  "What are you talking about?"

  "If Daciano gets you at sword point, then I can plead mercy, sparing your life. But it will disqualify you from the tournament. "

  Cass eyes went wild. "Dont you dare use that for me!"

  "Just wait-"

  "Do you think I have no honor?"

  "It isnt like that!"

  Gripping her arm, he traced her out of earshot of his friends. "I was born with nothing-Ive worked so damned hard to get where I am, risking my life again and again. Would you cut me down just when Im at my highest? You would humiliate me like that?"

  "Youre my best friend. I cant let you die. "

  "Dont do this. " He pinched his forehead. "I think . . . I think I would grow to hate you. "

  "Hate? Do you really want this to be the end of your life? To die at twenty-five? For a female youre not even in love with?"

  "Tina, I know youve gotten attached to the vampire. Dear gods, I can scent him on you. "

  She flushed, averting her gaze.

  "But I would rather die with honor than lose that way. "

  "I wont let that happen. I have watched round after round, sitting helpless on the sidelines while you and the vampire risked your lives. At last I can do something to help you. "

  "Help me-against him of all people? Daciano?"

  Yes, Salem, apparently I was deluding myself about them. Shed never known two males who hated each other so bitterly-and who had so little reason to.

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  "Worry more for him, sorceress!" Cas snapped, angrier than shed ever seen him. "I will take him out. I cannot lose. "

  Where was this confidence coming from? "Did you not witness the vampire against the primordial? Be realistic. Daciano has so many years on you. "

  "That wont matter, not when I use his weakness against him. "

  "What weakness? He doesnt have any. "

  "Everyone has a weakness," Cas insisted. "You must let this play out! Im a death demon fighting for my honor-Im going to prove myself to all of them!"

  "Hes a thousand-year-old Dacian fighting for his fated Bride. I got you into this, Cas. Im going to do what I have to in order to get you out of it. " With that, she left him to his friends, a pack of demons yelling for Cas to slay a vampire.

  Trehan had regretted his harsh words almost as soon as hed said them. Hed returned to the tent, but Bettina had already gone.

  Shed accused him of not hearing her, and she was likely right. Just the mention of that demons name had sent him into a rage.

  He exhaled a long breath. He should have explained his situation to her:

  I am exhausted, Bettina, drained of blood, and my mind is not well. Today, Ive learned that Dacia will definitely have a new king, and for the first time in a millennium, I am certain it wont be me. Ive made sacrifices to have a life with you, and so I unreasonably expected you to bow to my will without question.

  He would tell her this tonight before the ceremony, smoothing things over. And once they were wed, he would take her repeatedly, savoring more of the bliss shed given him last night. At the memory of her abandon, even his blood-starved body stirred for more.

  Except for her hesitation over his bite, shed surrendered herself fully, satisfying him in untold ways. The final time hed taken her, hed gazed down at her face and a truth had struck him: Bettina este viaţă.

  Bettina is life. He could never go back to the way he was before.

  Tonight, after hed claimed his wife, he would force himself to drink and sleep, and then finally his thoughts would clear. They cant get worse.

  Nothing made sense today. His temper lay ever at the ready, his mood foul. His body was weakened, his head dizzy. Something is off with me.

  Was it because he hadnt marked her? According to the physiology book, a vampire needed to pierce his mate.

  But he wasnt just a vampire. He was still Dacian.

  Right now, he wished he wasnt. Trehan never would have thought that hed envy a maddened red-eyed vampire like Lothaire, one whod apparently taken his Brides neck as hed claimed her.

  Binding her to him. Lothaire obeyed instinct; Trehan resisted it.

  The Enemy of Old was healing; Im backsliding.

  Trehan felt . . . ill. His throat burned, and his tongue seemed thick, sticking to the roof of his mouth. His lightheadedness was turning into a pounding headache, even as numbness spread through his limbs.

  Just get this fight over with. Everything he desired, everything that belonged to him, was there for the taking. He was so godsdamned close, only needed to go seize it.

  He gazed in the direction of the ring. My prize awaits with widened eyes.

  Ready for his match, Trehan squared his shoulders, the movement sending him at
ilt.

  He realized something was definitely wrong . . . when he traced to the sanctum . . . and collided face-first into a wall.

  One doesnt have to be a sorceress to sense the nights portentous atmosphere," Morgana murmured from her seat on the dais.

  Bettina agreed. As Raum greeted the crowd, she gazed over the arena. The rain today had left the ring a red-clay mire. Coils of fog slithered around the cage, oozing from the ground and weaving through the bars.

  The full moon riddled the haze with wavering spears of light.

  When Raum announced the competitors, the crowd cheered, but their reaction was muted, as if they sensed the ominous air as well.

  Caspion and Daciano entered the ring then, tracing over the mud. At this point, she just wanted the two to be safe. Shed deal with the fallout later.

  While Raum continued his announcements-about the midnight wedding ceremony, the forthcoming kingdomwide holidays to celebrate, and so on-Bettina studied the vampire.

  In each round, hed been the picture of coldness. Eyes intent, expression focused. A male bent on a single task.

  Now sweat dotted his brow and tracked down his temples. His pupils were dilated, and the finest lines of blood streaked from the corners of his eyes.

  When he shook his head hard, nearly losing his balance, Bettinas hand shot to Morganas arm. "Look at the vampire!"

  "What is it?"

  "Look at his eyes. "

  She squinted. "Oh, for the love of gold! You have to be kidding me. "

  "Hes been poisoned!" Bettina hissed. She knew the symptoms as well as the next Sorceress.

  Morgana gave an astonished laugh. "Your wastrel got clever. "

  "No! Cas wouldnt have done this," she said, even as she recalled his unwarranted confidence.

  Tomorrow nights his last. . . . I cannot lose. . . . Ill use his weakness against him. . . .

  "Perhaps Caspion and another planned this?" Morgana sliced her gaze over to Raum.

  Cheating is rampant. Was that what the two of them had been talking about last night? Poisoning wasnt outside of the rules.

  Then comprehension dawned. It had to be Dacianos cousins whod done this! Hed told her that all of them were forever trying to kill each other, and theyd been in his tent earlier.

  "Your vampires been given something very potent," Morgana observed. "On a scale from one to five-five being the rare toxin that could actually kill an immortal-Id put him at four. "

  "Four? What do I do? What can I do?"

  "Hope he can rebound from such a strong dose. "

  In an obvious bid to do just that, he shook his head again. He nearly reeled before he regained his balance. He seemed confused, his feet sluggish in the thick mud.

  Hes getting worse.

  She turned to Cas. He was seething, his horns ramrod straight, his fangs swollen. He unsheathed his sword, gripping it tightly, his arm muscles bulging. His friends in the stands yelled, antagonizing him even more.

  Daciano ran his sleeve over his eyes, then again, as if his sight had been dimmed. When he drew his own weapon, he staggered once more.

  The gate clanged shut for the last time. Before Bettina could say a word, Raum gave his signal. And she was helpless yet again as the horn sounded its final blare-

  Cas attacked immediately, his sword flashing out. Daciano could barely deflect the hit in time. Their swords clanged loudly, the metallic pitch ringing out in the night.

  Cas struck again; Daciano managed a lethargic block. The vampires reflexes were deteriorating even more, while Cas was faster, stronger, than she could have imagined-

  With a sudden lunge, Cas thrust his sword straight out, like an extension of his brawny arm. Too late, Daciano reared his head back; the blade tip caught his cheek, flaying the skin open.

  At that moment, moonlight hit the vampires face, illuminating ghostly white bone before blood welled.

  Daciano evinced no expression-no pain, anger, confusion-just vacantness as blood flowed down his face.

  Cas followed that parry with another lightning fast strike; a deep laceration appeared on the vampires sword arm.

  As Bettina gaped at this turn of events, Morgana calmly observed, "Only a matter of time now, freakling. "

  "No, no, the vampire will shake this off!" she said, feigning confidence she didnt feel. Daciano looked like he could barely control his heavy eyelids-much less what was happening in the ring. "Y-you know how strong he is. "

  With a mindblowing ferocity, Cas swung his sword high, using both hands to deliver a brutal strike; Daciano lifted his sword overhead to defend.

  Again their blades clanged, metal scraping metal. Sparks rained down over Dacianos head, highlighting his sweating, bloody countenance.

  Pressing his advantage, Cas whaled hit after hit, as if swinging an ax at a chopping block.

  The spate of furious blows drove Daciano down . . . down. . . .

  When the vampires knees sank into the mire and confusion registered on his proud face, Bettina realized two things.

  She was in love with him.

  And shed do anything to save him.

  Sword quaking in my hands, metal pealing in my ears, mud sucking me down.

  Caspion hammering at me.

  "Know defeat, vampire! Delivered unto you-by a demon!"

  Must shake this weakness! Yet nothing could pierce Trehans stupor. His peripheral vision was still obscured by blood, his equilibrium wrecked.

  His disordered mind finally accepted the truth: hed been . . . poisoned. Likely by the coward who was even now striving to take his head.

  But how could Caspion have dosed him before the round? Trehan had only been around his cousins and Bettina.

  The hits . . . ceased? Like a blur, the demon began tracing around him, cleverly keeping to his blind spots. Trehan struggled to rise. For her, he would fight on. Everything I desire is here for the taking-

  Suddenly, steel pressed against his throat. From behind, Caspion had him dead to rights.

  Or so the demon thinks.

  At last, adrenaline began spiking throughout Trehans veins to burn away the toxin. Power flowed into his muscles, his body rebounding with the strength of the Daci.