The Dark Prince (The Dark Light Series)

by S. L. Jennings

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. This is exactly what you wanted. You sent your son after me, remember? And you’ve done everything in your power to ensure that I can’t forget him.” I give each of them, even Niko, a stern glare. Each wears the same blank face, not even allowing a crack of emotion to give way to their solidarity. I realize now that I’m an outsider. No matter what type of relationship I have with Dorian and Niko, they will stand with Stavros. They won’t defy their king.

  Stavros breaks into a menacing leer before chuckling darkly. I’m certain he isn’t used to being addressed like this, especially in a room full of his supernatural subordinates. “Don’t be ridiculous, Gabriella.”

  “Ridiculous?” I spit out venomously. “As ridiculous as sending a wedding invitation to my parents’ home? Or sending me a sex tape?” My eyes snap to Dorian whose icy façade cracks at the mention of his betrayal.

  “I can assure you,” Stavros says, his gaze darting between Dorian and me, “that I had nothing to do with either of those infractions.”

  “But it was you who orchestrated this little marriage, correct? You couldn’t have me so you ensured that Dorian couldn’t either.”

  Stavros gapes at me for just a second, caught off guard at my accusation. I can see he’s growing angry at my challenging behavior. I can nearly taste the shift in the atmosphere. I let my eyes close for just a moment and suck in a breath, an almost metallic flavor resting on my tongue and simmering. The thin hairs on the back of my arms stand at attention and a sensation sweeps over me, causing my skin to slightly tingle.

  The three men send each other questioning looks, no doubt silently communicating the sudden change in the air. Stavros appears to be on the brink of fury, Niko seems amused, and Dorian looks almost hopeful. I’m not exactly sure what has penetrated their impassivity but whatever it is, I know it has them on guard.

  Stavros clears his throat before addressing my claims. “You do realize that the arrangement between Dorian and Aurora is necessary. That it is imprudent to assume that it was done for any other reason than to assure your safety.”

  I take a small step forward, suddenly feeling bold. I can almost feel Dorian’s growing tension at my advance. “My safety from whom? People keep claiming that this is all to keep me safe but no one has told me who has threatened me. Other than you, Stavros, I’m starting to believe that there is no one out there that wants to hurt me.”

  He steeples his fingers in front of his face, resting his chin on the very tips. His eyes grow colder with every tense second that ticks by. “I don’t want to hurt you, Gabriella. If I wanted to, I could. Very easily,” he spits back, causing both Dorian and Niko to flinch at his tone. “But there is still someone out there who does. It would be wise of you to remember that. We don’t want any more of your…loved ones…to be hurt.”

  His words sound like a threat, and I shift uneasily on my high heels, fingering a bead on my dress. “What are you saying?”

  The corner of Stavros’s mouth pulls up on one side, his icy gaze fixed on my fidgeting. I hear Dorian take in a sharp breath and my eyes fly to his. A frown puckers his forehead and his jaw is tight with anger. I look at Niko who mirrors his brother’s expression before turning back to Stavros, who seems oddly amused at my discomfort.

  “How far would you go to protect your family, Gabriella? Your friends?” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That human boy you seem to be so fond of? What’s his name…Jared?” He turns to his oldest son and smiles menacingly. “Hmmmm.”

  The subtle shift in the air evolves into a low hum and my skin prickles. A hiss escapes through my teeth involuntarily. “Is that a threat?”

  Stavros shakes his head, waving off the thick tension between our bodies. “Of course not. But accidents do happen. It would be most unfortunate if one were to happen to any one that you care about.”

  “Cut the shit. What do you want? Why did you call me here, Stavros?” I snap, growing tired of his games.

  He sucks his teeth at my crassness and sits back on his mock throne. “You know what I want. Give me your allegiance. I can make you great, Gabriella. I can ensure that you are the most feared force this world has ever seen.”

  “What if I don’t want that? What if I don’t want to be feared?”

  Again, Stavros’s eyes flick to Dorian, then back to me. “Then what is it that you want?”

  Reflexively, I also look to Dorian, whose eyes have been locked on me since the moment I stepped in the grand room. His face is a tortured mix of anguish and hope, so painfully beautiful that my heart aches for him. “I want you to undo the link,” I say quietly, not even bothering to look at Stavros. Dorian’s eyes widen with horror but I continue. “And then I want you to break his curse. His curse to love me.”

  Physical pain rocks my entire frame as the words leave my mouth and I blink back scorching hot tears. However, a stubborn one escapes, sliding down my cheek as I take in the look of sheer agony on Dorian’s face. Yet, I can’t look away. Neither one of us can turn away though it hurts us both. It seems like putting each other through hell is what we do best.

  Niko gasps. “Gabriella, you shouldn’t-”

  “Silence, Nikolai!” Stavros demands, raising a palm to halt any further influence. “What curse do you speak of?”

  I finally pull my gaze away from Dorian and bring it to Stavros. “You cursed him to love me for the sole purpose of making him suffer when he had to kill me.”

  “Hearsay,” he says dismissively. “But if you would like me to break the link, I’d be happy to. Is that what you really want?”

  “Yes,” I whisper breathlessly.

  “No,” Dorian growls.

  Stavros ignores his threatening tone. “Upon your ascension into the Dark, I will break the link. And whatever...curse… you speak of. Do we have a deal?” He extends his palm for me to shake.

  “No!” Dorian spits more forcefully, his clenched fists shaking at his sides.

  My shaky legs carry me the few feet to Stavros, my eyes trained on Dorian’s murderous expression. His jaw ticks violently. Time seems to cease as I approach, holding my hand out to receive Stavros’s deal. I know I shouldn’t do this but I’m tired of people making decisions for me. I’m sick of feeling helpless.

  As soon as my skin grazes his, a sizzling current rips through me, emitting its charge through my fingertips. Stavros inhales sharply and recoils from my touch as if it’s on fire. I take his unease as my chance to drive my point home. I lean forward, close enough to feel the warmth of his body and the sweetness of his alluring scent, placing my palms on the armrests of his chair.

  “Isn’t this what you wanted?” I sneer, my searing gaze penetrating his once composed face. “For me to embrace what I am? To be the goddess I was intended to be?” I move in a fraction more. I want him to feel the heat of my vengeful words. “I am nobody’s pet, Stavros. You are not my king and I will never take orders from you. It would be wise for you to remember that.”

  I stand up straight and smooth my dress over my hips. “I’ll do what you ask of me and after you fulfill your end of the bargain, we are done. You won’t ever threaten my loved ones again and you will stay the hell out of my life.”

  I look to Dorian and try to give him a smile that he struggles to return. Soon I won’t be more than a passing memory to him. He’ll be able to move on, find happiness in his new life with Aurora. And maybe one day, when the ache of loving and losing finally ceases, I’ll be able to do the same.

  After one last satisfied glare at Stavros, I turn on my heel and exit the vast living area and don’t stop until I am pressing the elevator call button. Niko is next to me in the next instant, pressing his lips to my cheek without caution. I look up to him and beam, trembling yet proud of myself for standing up to his father. If only he and Dorian could do the same.

  “You amaze me, baby girl,” he murmurs, giving me a wink.

  I let out the breath I had been holding and lean against his sho
ulder, suddenly feeling drained. Luckily the elevator makes it to the top floor with a ding and the doors slide open. Niko ushers me in with a hand at the small of my back then drapes an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his chest protectively. His hand strokes my shoulder gently and I feel the binds of fear and anxiety leave my body. Just as the doors slide closed, Dorian’s panic-stricken face comes into view yards away. But it’s too late. I’m already gone.

  You wouldn’t know there had been a nearly hostile showdown just upstairs by the looks of the vibrant gathering in the ballroom. The band is remarkably good and plays everything from big band swing music to Top 40s favorites. I spot Miguel at the bar across the room, contently watching Jared and Morgan cut a rug. They look so happy and carefree, there’s no way I could bring myself to disrupt their good time. I gaze at them admiringly. I’m not sure how many more times I can see them like this.

  “Dance with me?” Niko asks, offering his hand. I roll my eyes playfully and take it, letting him lead me to the crowded dance floor, out of my friends’ line of vision. Dozens of ice blue eyes focus on us the moment he wraps his arms around me.

  “Looks like we have an audience,” I note as Niko sways me from side to side. Of course, he’s an excellent dancer.

  He smirks and nuzzles closer to me, yet keeps his hands above my hips. “They’re just curious. Screw ‘em. I’m sure they are more interested in me and all my fuck ups than you.”

  I give him a question-laced frown. “What makes you say that?”

  “Black sheep, baby girl,” he shrugs. “Surprisingly, Dorian’s transgressions pale in comparison to mine. But when you’ve been alive for centuries, you get bored. And you get desperate.”

  “Desperate for what?”

  Again he shrugs, pulling me a bit closer. I know he’s doing it solely for the comfort. “Death. Life. Love. We’re all looking for something.”

  I give into his intense, saddened blue eyes, my affections for this absurdly handsome Warlock causing me to press for more. What hidden pain lies behind his playful façade? “What are you looking for, Niko?”

  He smiles coyly and just shakes his head. We continue to dance for the remainder of the song in companionable silence. I can’t even begin to deny the magnetic charge between us. I feel safe in his arms, though I know I can only have that sense of security for just a moment longer.

  A slower ballad begins and I lay my head on Niko’s shoulder, forgetting where I am and letting his intoxicating scent surround me.

  “I always wondered,” he whispers into my hair, “what it would have been like if it had been me who came for you, and not my brother.”

  I lift my head and gauge his torn expression. “What do you mean?”

  “Would I have been able to go through with it?” He looks away, taking a moment to formulate his thoughts. When his blue eyes meet mine, they look a bit glazed. “Could you have loved me like you love Dorian? If you had met me first?”

  My cheeks heat at the question, and my own undefined fondness for him. “Of course,” I smile. “What’s there not to love?”

  He gives me his famous dazzling white smile. “That’s what I keep saying!”

  I laugh and settle my head back on his shoulder, closing my eyes and letting the music combined with his contact soothe me. It feels so nice, so familiar. Like a small remembrance of something I once had.

  “Are you angry at me for asking Stavros to break the link and the curse?” I ask quietly.

  Niko takes a beat to think and I feel him shake his head. “No. I’m not angry.”

  “I don’t want to be loved out of obligation. I don’t want him to be cursed with me forever.”

  “I understand. But that’s not a curse. That’s a privilege,” he says giving me a little squeeze before letting out a huff of air. “I hate having to say goodbye to you.”

  I quickly pull my head up and frown. “Goodbye?”

  Niko nods and tries to smile but it doesn’t meet his eyes. “We’re all going back. For the wedding. Your birthday is soon and you’ll no longer need us.”

  “You’re leaving me?” I ask with a cracking voice, sounding needier than I intended.

  Niko places his warm lips on my forehead. “We’ll see each other again, baby girl. I won’t forget about you. It’s impossible to.” He brushes my cheek with the back of his hand and I lean into his touch, all thoughts of Dorian and Jared forgotten. My heart is now breaking for someone else. For the Warlock I had grown to care for deeply.

  “Promise me you’ll visit.” Tears sting my eyes. For some reason, I feel like this will be our last encounter.

  Niko smiles and gives me a wink. “I promise. But you have to promise me something.” He takes in my narrowed, suspicious eyes. “It’s nothing bad! Or naughty. Just promise me you’ll have an open mind. Promise me you’ll listen.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Niko answers my question by unraveling his arms from my waist and turning me to the side. Dorian is mere feet away, weaving his way through the crowd. My breath catches at the sight of him. I could never get used to seeing his face. He stops before us with a contented grin on his face, as if he had been looking for me all night. As if I am the very air he needs to breathe.

  “May I cut in?” he asks in his seductively smooth voice. I scowl at Niko who raises his hands and shrugs with mock innocence. Of course, he planned this.

  With a deep breath, I gently place my hand in Dorian’s, my breath instantly hitching at the contact. With his eyes trained on mine, as always, he pulls my body into his, holding me close as if he’s afraid I’ll run. I can’t be entirely sure that I won’t.

  I feel Niko and the rest of the world slip away from us the moment I wrap my hands around his neck. Just the feel of the small patch of exposed skin between his collar and his hairline under my fingertips brings back a flood of memories. Dorian kissing me…holding me…telling me he loves me…gazing down at me as he eases himself inside me, both of us gasping with the pleasurable intrusion. I’ve tried to stifle these memories for months yet I know they will never die. Just like my insane love for him.

  “What are you doing, Dorian?” I sigh into his shoulder. His scent instantly fills my senses and I feel almost intoxicated. I close my eyes and take it all in, wishing his exotic freshness could wash over me permanently.

  I feel his lips in my hair. “Dancing with the most beautiful woman here.”

  “Won’t your fiancé mind?” I don’t even try to mask the snarky tone in my voice.

  “I don’t know and I don’t care. She won’t bother you. She knows if she even comes near you, she’ll be out on her ass. Besides, she’d rather keep up the charade than admit to the world that I’m not in love with her.”

  “You seem to want the same,” I whisper.

  Dorian pulls away to look me in the eye. He looks…sad. Defeated. “You know what I want. But you told me I couldn’t have it. That I couldn’t have you. I’m trying, Gabriella. I’m trying to let you go so you can live.”

  My heart clenches at the sight of his pain. “I’m trying too. That’s why we have to break the link, Dorian. Once your father reverses the curse, you won’t have to-”

  “Gabriella, I love you unconditionally. No curse, no link, nothing else could influence or take that away. One day you will see that. I’ll prove it to you.”

  I shake my head. “And how is that letting go? How is that closure?”

  Dorian looks away, pondering my questions with a slight frown. “Maybe I don’t want closure.”

  “Then what do you want?”

  He brings his gaze back to me, passion burning brightly in his impossibly blue orbs. His hands tighten around waist, grasping the skin of the small of my back through the thin fabric of my dress. “You. Forever. Just you.”

  I’m left gaping at him, eyes filled with tears and seconds away from telling him that I want the same- need the same- when I hear a familiar, albeit irritated, voice. “What the hell is this?”
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  We both spin around to face a furious Jared, staring daggers at Dorian. I drop my hands from his neck, yet Dorian’s are still clutching my lower back. He doesn’t look ruffled in the least. Maybe he’s even a bit amused.

  “Jared, um, I,” I stammer weakly. “I was just coming to find you when…”

  “I asked her to dance,” Dorian replies coolly. “I insisted. I wanted to say…goodbye.”

  My eyes snap to Dorian’s and he gives me a weak half-smile. I nearly choke on the knot in my throat.

  Jared clears his throat and grasps my hand, tugging me towards him possessively. “Ok, you’ve seen her,” he mutters angrily.

  “Jared, stop.” I pull my hand away from his grasp and place it on his chest to halt his temper then look back at Dorian.

  “Dorian…” Words fail me. I know this is goodbye. I know this is the closure we both need yet I can’t get it out.

  “Gabriella…” He sucks in a breath, his sad eyes glossy. Then in his native language, the Dark tongue that I can somehow understand, he mutters his final declaration to me.

  “We’ll be together. I’ll make this right for us. For you. I love you, little girl. In life and in death.”

  He slowly withdraws his hands and backs away, his beautifully pained face the only thing I can see. Our eyes don’t leave each other until he has melted into the crowd yet I still gaze after him, willing him to fill my sight and come back to me.

  I force myself to look back at Jared, his face displaying a mix of hurt and confusion. His shoulders slump with resignation and his head falls to his chest. I know that I’ve lost him. I know that he and I cannot move forward. Not like this.

  My hand cups his cheek as guilt and remorse tear me in two. “Go home. I’ll get a ride with Morgan and Miguel.”

  Jared lifts his head and I nearly break at the sight of his tear-rimmed eyes. I’ve hurt him, the one thing that I’ve tried so hard to avoid. I thought if I withheld, if I just kept him at a distance, than it would be easier to let go. Because I knew it would come to this. I knew I’d eventually break his heart.