Reign of Blood

by Alexia Purdy

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  Seraphin glared at us as we entered the dining room. She sat silently at the end of one of the tables, her plate scraped clean of food. Something laced the scowl splayed across her face as we got in line to get a tray of food. Was she jealous? I looked away, scooping up potatoes and chicken onto my plate. I wondered what she was thinking. Why was she here anyway? She was supposed to be in place at the enemy hive, waiting for our attack. I tried to shake my suspicions but felt her eyes burning into my back.

  “Why is Seraphin here?” I whispered to Rye, hoping she couldn’t hear my lowered voice.

  “I don’t know.” He turned toward me without searching her out, making me wonder if he did that on purpose so she wouldn’t know we had been speaking about her. “I’m sure it’s not without good reason. Why don’t we pay her a visit?” He winked and tilted his head for me to follow him. I groaned, irritated that he was going to put me face to face with his killer ex again.

  As we approached her table, her glare never receded, sending daggers our way. Her face never lit up or cracked a smile at all at us; in fact, she seemed to be seething that we had come to her side of the room. Rye sat his tray down and plopped onto the bench in front of her. I scooted next to him but felt my appetite disappear as I lowered my gaze to my tray of food. It no longer looked appealing and the growl in my stomach had silenced the moment I had spotted her.

  “So, Sera, what brings you to this side of our little world?” Rye took a bite of his dinner roll, which was still soft, warm and steaming. I took a swig of my water and attempted to look busy picking at my chicken.

  Her eyes narrowed into thin slits. A look of disgust filled her face, making what was a beautiful woman look increasingly ugly as her scowl grew. I wondered why she would act like she hated Rye so much. Hadn’t she left him?

  “You have some nerve to speak to me at all and sit here with that abomination.” She hissed at me, making me drop my fork in surprise but I didn’t move away. That would have shown weakness, something I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing. Wondering for a moment if I should ready a weapon, I focused on her dark eyes. She was hiding something. What it could be, I hadn’t a clue. Something was irking her too. Maybe it was Rye, maybe not.

  “Back off, Sera, she is not an abomination. She’s human, like we once were. You can cut the enemy tactics now, I want to know what you’re doing here and if you don’t tell me, Blaze will be happy to ask you.” Rye’s voice was icy, digging into the air like picks. This made Seraphin pull her stare away from me to look at him. I think she hadn’t really looked at him much since she had left him because the surprise in her expression made me think that she had just remembered how handsome he was.

  I wanted to bellow out a laugh but stuffed a bite of mashed potatoes and gravy into my mouth instead. I tried to stifle the sting of the jealousy crawling inside me, knowing I had no reason to feel that way. Still, she used to be madly in love with him, and he with her. I could only hope that he felt the same or maybe even more for me now.

  “Well?” Rye pushed as he waited for her answer. Seraphin sighed, shoving her tray to the side and sitting back a bit, contemplating her next words carefully.

  “I wanted to see you, Rye. I have something to ask of you.” She darted her eyes at me but bounced them back to him right away. I felt that I shouldn’t be there; she didn’t want me there. Pressing my lips together, I wondered if I should take the hint and leave. Feeling the rest of the room staring at me from all around made me change my mind about walking away so they could chat. It was a bit risky but I didn’t want a repeat of the Charles incident.

  “Whatever you have to ask, go ahead, April should hear it too.” He still looked serious but not angry. In fact, the confusion that swam on Seraphin’s face now was bordered with hurt, as if she realized something she didn’t want to.

  “Fine, but she is an abomination, just like the other two. They aren’t human, even if they look it.” She turned to me and smirked. “Except they don’t know that blood would make them much more powerful, if she could even stomach it.” Tilting her head, she waited for my reaction as I absorbed what she said.

  What?

  “Stop!” Rye snapped. “Tell me what you want now or I’m done.” He dropped his fork, apparently losing his appetite along with me. I bit my lip, holding back the torrent of obscenities I wanted to lay into her right then. I would never, ever drink blood. Never.

  But what did she mean by all that? How could I not be human?

  Seraphin’s look hardened and her lips creased tight as her silence engulfed the thick air between us. I wondered if she would tell Rye what she wanted or if she just had. The questions tormented my head as I waited, not wanting to wait much longer.

  In response, Seraphin stood up with a jolt, sending her tray crashing to the floor. Rye held his place on the bench but his usually calm and stoic exterior was quietly steaming. He was so angry, I hoped the two wouldn’t battle it out right then and there. I darted my glances between them, feeling unsure of what to do next.

  The dark-haired vampire let her fangs flash as her scowl morphed into a smile. She began laughing, letting her entire body shake with it. Confusion swam in Rye’s expression, mirroring my own puzzled face. I wasn’t sure where this was going, nor did I want to know. I wanted her to stop laughing, to turn and run as fast as she could out the door and disappear forever. Knowing I disliked her that much made me come back to myself, studying her that much more intently, wanting to know what was going on inside her head instead.

  Her laugh drizzled down to a snuffled laugh as her eyes hovered over me. I straightened up, seeing tears now streak down her face. She was beautiful, in a fragile way. The dirt and grime had covered it well, presenting her as a savage animal when she had attacked me in the hall. Now, she was more like a porcelain doll with diamonds streaming down her face, her sobs now filling the air as she failed to stifle them.

  “So, you finally replaced me,” she muttered to herself more than anyone, sniffling as she regained her composure. Sitting down again and hunching over, she stared at the table. “You know, my mate is dead now. He died in an explosion on one of the harvested casinos on the strip.” Her eyes fluttered up to mine, her eyes shining with the tears still pooling in them. “You wouldn’t know anything about that would you, Rye?” She turned back at her ex-husband and waited, the hatred gone and only desolate sadness remaining.

  Rye’s jaw twitched as his face stilled. He said nothing but stared coldly back at her. I was done with the tension and I prayed that it would end soon. I was tired of watching this ex-lover’s quarrel, knowing it was about me regardless of what was said.

  “Heh.” Seraphin shook her head, wiping her face and standing up once more. She circled the table and came to stand between Rye and myself. Bending down, she let her lips almost touch his ear as she whispered, loud enough for me to hear, but no one else. “Give her blood. Make her realize she is one of us. No one will stop our victory and she will be all yours.” She pulled away, her eyes slipping over toward me, her face stone cold serious as she sped out of the massive room.

  It sent shivers through my entire body to hear her words. I was still confused but something dawned on me that made my stomach turn into rock inside of me.

  “Rye?” My voice was a whisper, unsure and shaking like an earthquake.

  He didn’t seem to notice my plea, breathing in deeply, clearly affected by Seraphin’s words. They had crawled into him and woven around his brain.

  “Hmm?” He stood up as the spark returned to his steel-colored eyes. He pulled me up, too, and held my hand as I followed behind him, leaving the dining area behind. I didn’t ask my question. I couldn’t, at least not here. Not yet.

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