Lord of the Abyss

by Nalini Singh

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  Night-horses were creatures of legend, rare and fierce. Her father had never been able to trap one, though he coveted their proud blood - and for that mercy, she could only thank the heavens. Standing beside Micah, she looked at the two huge beasts he'd brought forward - both were as black as pitch, with eyes of a startling amber that sparked with temper.

  Huffing and pawing at the ground, they showed her their teeth, as if they would take a bite out of her. Micah, strapping his sword to the saddlebag, tapped the nearest one on the nose. "She is my mate. Treat her with respect. "

  Liliana didn't know what shocked her more - Micah's words, or the way the horses dropped their heads as if in shame. Staring at Micah, who seemed oblivious to the turmoil he'd engendered within her, she reached forward to cautiously pet first one velvety nose, then the other. "You are very magnificent," she said with complete honesty. "I'm sure you are the fastest creatures in all the realms. "

  Their heads lifted, manes flaring in pride. In those eyes of amber lightning, she saw magic that sang to her blood. "You must run," she whispered. "When you have taken us to our destination, turn around and promise me you will run. " Her father, if he caught these amazing beasts, would brutalize them - to imagine them broken and bloody in razor chains made her heart ache.

  The horses neighed in rebellion.

  "They are creatures of great pride, Liliana," Micah told her, "warriors in their own right. We must treat them as comrades. "

  It was hard for her to do that, to accept that she might be riding these glorious animals to their deaths, but there was no arguing with the sentient eyes looking back at her. "Thank you, friends. " With that, she swung herself onto one of the horses and waited for Micah to do the same.

  The innkeeper and his lady wife - both considerably richer - waved them goodbye with tearful eyes, aware of their destination. They were good people, had promised Liliana and Micah that there would always be a bed for them at the inn regardless of what may come.

  Taking a last look at the cheery building, Liliana met eyes of winter-green. "Ready?"

  His response was a wicked smile and a, "Whoa!" that sent his night-horse racing ahead.

  Laughing - an unforeseen gift - she raced after him, her own magical partner ready for the chase. They raced each other until the inn faded out of sight, then settled into a steady run of such furious speed that Liliana expected to see wings. Exhilarated in spite of the evil to come, she allowed herself a moment to remember the time before dawn.

  Waking in such a way, to see Micah with that playful, sensual smile on his face, his body so big and hot around her, inside her. . . it was something she wanted to experience a million times over. But even if, by some inconceivable miracle, she survived this, she knew that was never going to happen. Micah believed what he said, of that she had not a single doubt, but she also knew how royal houses functioned.

  A prince, regardless of his position in line for the throne, was expected to marry a certain kind of woman, a woman with an unsullied past, one who could carry the crown of princess with elegance and beauty.

  Everything Liliana was not.

  You could be his mistress.

  The sly suggestion came from the part of her that had no honor where Micah was concerned. She was sure she would do any terrible thing to be with him - but she didn't think she could stand to share him, to know that another woman had the right to bear his name and his children, to love him and hold him. It would break her.

  No, when the time came, she would quash this selfish need and let him go, allow him to embrace the destiny that had always been his.

  "Liliana!"

  Looking up, she followed the line of Micah's raised hand. She couldn't see anything at first, but then realized the ground not far in front of them was moving. "What is that?"

  "Snakes. "

  Horror uncurled within her - the writhing sprawl went on at least five lengths deep, in every direction as far as the eye could see. There was no way to circle or jump it. Then she saw the glittering red scales on the snakes' backs. "Get back!" Touching Micah's arm, she urged him to move back with her. "Their poison," she said when they were at a safe distance, "it's enough to bring down the horses. "

  The night-horses shook their heads and stamped their feet, as if in violent disagreement. Proud, temperamental creatures. Rather like the man in front of her, who scowled. "Snake fangs can't penetrate their skin. "

  "These snakes aren't natural," she told him, having been chained naked in the tower room when her father created them, her wounds seeping. He'd needed powerful blood, but the Blood Sorcerer rarely spilled his own. "Their fangs are made of steel. However, I can use my sorcery to make them move. "

  Thick and gleaming, the snakes' hissing was a continuous susurration in the air as they stroked and rolled over one another - when they weren't devouring each other. Strange how her father's creations had a way of turning out cannibalistic. Thicker than Micah's forearm and at least ten feet long, each could crush a human being. The only good news was that they appeared to be restricted to moving within a defined boundary - likely a sorcerous safeguard to ensure they wouldn't spread across the land.

  "We won't use your magic," Micah said after a moment. "Your father may have laid further traps tied to your blood. As we are now in a realm in which he holds power, there is a good chance the effects will be more virulent. "

  Though it galled, she agreed. There was also no point in giving away her presence when the element of surprise was the only real advantage they had. "They're afraid of fire," she said, remembering her father's anger at that flaw. "But it'd have to be a big one to scare a swarm this large. "

  "We don't need to scare them all. " Turning his night-horse so that he was positioned behind her, he said, "When I tell you to go, you take your horse and fly. Understood. " It wasn't a question.

  "I'm ready. "

  "Promise me. "

  Thinking he needed to be sure because the escape would require split-second timing, she nodded. "I promise. " Stroking the mane of her night-horse, which was too intelligent to fuss, but clearly didn't like being near the snakes, she waited. And almost screamed in horror as she turned back to see Micah jump off his horse and to the ground. "No!"

  "Remember your promise. " With that, he dug his fingers into the earth. The strain across his shoulders and on his face was obvious, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. But his eyes, they were focused forward. Following his gaze, she saw the swarm grow agitated, hissing in a nonstop chorus, sharp and fractious.

  An instant later, they began to slither rapidly away in two directions, opening a narrow - too narrow - corridor in between. That's when she saw thin runnels of magma forcing their way out of the earth, burning the snakes bellies, making them squirm to get away. Heart thudding, she went to turn to look at Micah again when she heard, "Run!"

  Every part of her wanted to rebel but she'd promised, and so she bent over the long neck of her night-horse, spurring the valiant creature across the magna, its feet flying so fast she hoped its hooves would be spared from harm. It wasn't until she was almost to the other side that she realized she couldn't hear anyone behind her.

  Chapter 25

  Micah didn't know this land. It wasn't his. Rather than speaking to it, he had to force his power into the earth, literally pull up the magma. It was difficult, leaving his muscles rigid. Knowing the thin streams of molten liquid would retreat the second he broke contact, he waited until Liliana was safely on the other side before rising and jumping onto his night-horse in a single smooth motion.

  The intelligent creature leaped at the same instant and they were off, the earth's heated tears already retreating. Hissing, the snakes began to arrow back, their goal the legs of his horse. He saw Lily jump off her own steed, caught the light glinting off the blade in her hand and knew she was ready to use her blood magic. Not yet, not yet.

  He bent down flat over the n
ight-horse's nape. "Ready, my friend?"

  A powerful leap, muscles bunching, and the night-horse cleared the final snake to come to a scrabbling stop on the slight rise beyond. Dropping her blade, Liliana ran to him as he jumped off the horse. He expected an embrace. She thrust at his chest with both of her hands instead. "How could you do that to me!" Fury colored her cheeks, brightened her eyes. "You could've been lying there dead with those horrible snakes biting into you!"

  Micah grabbed her wrists, but she just started kicking him instead. So then he crushed her in his arms, tangling her legs with his own. "Liliana," he began, but she wasn't listening. Having never had an enraged woman in his arms before, he wasn't quite sure what to do, but it seemed reasonable that pleasure might mute her anger.

  So he kissed her.

  She bit his lip.

  Jerking away, he glared at her. "I saved us!"

  "By putting your life in mortal danger!" She tried to push at his chest again, her breath coming in jagged spurts. "How would you have felt if that had been me? How?"

  Ice down his spine, through his veins. "I'm sorry, Liliana. " He'd never before said such a thing to anyone - the Lord of the Black Castle need not apologize to a soul. Except, it seemed, the bad-tempered creature in his arms, the one who had bitten him hard enough that it stung.

  She blinked at his words. "Sorry?"

  "Yes. "

  Her lower lip quivered and then she was throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him tight. "If you die, my heart will break. You mustn't die, Micah. You mustn't. " Wet against his skin.

  She was crying.

  "You are using up all your chances for the year," he growled. "Don't think I'm not keeping track. "

  A sniff, a hiccup and then she was lifting away her head to touch her finger to his lip. "Does it hurt?" Remorse in those storm-sky eyes that had become his lodestar.

  "Terribly. "

  "Oh, Micah. " Rising up on tiptoe, Liliana sucked that lip into her mouth, suckled gently before going back down flat on her feet and taking a deep breath. "I have to tell you something. " He'd be so angry, but after what she'd just lived through, she understood what a staggering hurt she'd be doing him if she sacrificed herself to save him.