by Rye Brewer
Vindication
League of Vampires
Rye Brewer
Contents
Vindication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Afterword
Vindication
The seventh book in the League of Vampires series brings you more witches, vampires, fae, shades, and sexy characters in swoonworthy romances and nail-biting action.
When revenge is a being’s sole purpose in existence, does this soul burning passion for vengeance end after vindication is achieved?
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1
Jonah
The difference between Avellane and the human world was stark as Anissa and I stepped through the portal which divided the two.
I blinked hard, still halfway in the realm we’d just left. No wonder Anissa liked it so much here.
“You all right?” she asked with a knowing smile.
“That place…” I shook my head, blowing out a sharp gust of air. “It’s beautiful.”
“An understatement,” she murmured, looking back in the direction of the swirling energy vortex.
Was there longing in her eyes? Yes, but not for the lush landscape or the heavy scent of flowers. She longed for her father’s happiness and was hurting on his behalf.
I took her hand. “I’m sorry about Tabitha.”
She pressed her lips together hard enough to make them all but disappear. “I can’t believe life is this cruel. I just found her again.”
“I know.” I hoped mine was a reassuring tone.
The fact was, Gregor’s and Felicity’s accounts made it seem fairly clear that Tabitha had met a bad end. Anissa was right, and it was something I had known for a long time: life was cruel, especially in our world.
She halted just short of entering Headquarters, pulling me to a stop along with her. “Promise me something, Jonah.”
“Anything. You know that.”
She bit her lip, eyes sparkling in the low light coming from the cathedral’s many windows.
Sirene had lit the place up a little while we were gone.
“Please, don’t squander the chance to patch things up with your father.”
I couldn’t help my hackles going up a little at the mention of him. “It’s not the same situation,” I reminded her.
“But it is. It is.”
“You’re upset, and I understand that. But it really isn’t the same. He’s not my father anymore—or didn’t you hear him insist that every time we’ve been together? He makes it a point to remind us whenever he gets the chance that he’s Fane now. Not Dommik. It just isn’t the same.”
“But if you had the chance, you wouldn’t waste it. Would you?”
I sighed, doing what I could not to roll my eyes too obviously. She was only trying to do her best and patch things up. It was her nature, much more so than the assassin Marcus had once turned her into. She cared deeply, passionately—sometimes too much.
“No,” I admitted, the word wrenching itself from my chest. “I wouldn’t waste the chance. But there’s a lot more to it than that.”
“It’s only that I wouldn’t want you to ever look back and see the chances you wasted. That’s all. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but especially not somebody I love.”
I raised her hand to my lips and planted a gentle kiss on the backs of her knuckles. “Which is why I love you like I do. You have a good heart. And remember: there’s always a chance your mother survived whatever happened back in ShadesRealm. Just look at what she’s already survived.”
I loved her. She was so much more fae than vampire, though I doubted she realized it. She didn’t quite have the mercenary ways of my kind, no matter how Marcus had tried to instill them in her.
Her smile was wise, wistful. “I think there’s only so many second chances a person can have. You know what I mean? What if my mother used all of hers up?”
I didn’t have an answer for that, but she wasn’t waiting for one.
“Come on,” she whispered, squaring her thin shoulders. “You’ve got a bunch of vampires to look after.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” I chuckled wryly in an attempt to add levity to the situation.
As before, the interior of the cathedral was quiet. Too quiet.
“What do I have to do to get these guards working?” I growled, forgetting about the conversation we’d just had in favor of the seemingly hopeless situation I was in.
“All’s quiet,” Anissa reasoned, her voice echoing in spite of how low she kept it. “That’s a good thing, right? We could’ve come back to World War Three. Let’s be grateful for small victories.”
I snorted at this, looking around. “You’re right. I’m too tense.”
“Sirene’s enchantment is working, too,” she pointed out. “Keeping things under control.”
That was what bothered me most, and she’d put her finger on it before I could. “Where is she, anyway?” I wondered aloud as we crossed the length of the Great Hall, wandering down the corridor which led to the room in which the guards had been playing cards, among other side rooms.
They were all empty, silent except for a single guard who stood sentry at the back entrance.
“Where’s the witch Sirene?” I asked him as I approached, my tone instantly turning clipped and official. They needed to know who was boss, even if it was only in the interim, until a new leader was put in charge of the League of Vampires.
He shrugged. “I saw her once, I remember, but she was busy doing whatever it was she was doing. I haven’t seen her since.”
How helpful.
Only Anissa’s pointed look at me over his shoulder kept me from pressing harder. I was far too wound up—never, in all the years I had led the Bourke clan, had I taken such a hard stance on those working under me. Not even in the early days immediately after the disappearance of my parents, when I’d been half out of my mind.
“If you see her, let her know I’m looking for her.” I turned away before he could get a look at the conflict working its way across my face.
I wanted to berate him, yell out my frustration at the sense that everything was slipping out from between my fingers, like sand. I couldn’t seem to keep all the plates spinning at once, and it seemed as though my sanity was suffering as a result.
“You have to relax a little,” Anissa whispered as we hurried side-by-side down the corridor.
“You’re one to talk. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you relax.”
“Right, right, and I’m sure I’d be just as tightly wound as you are if I were in your shoes. This has all happened so quickly, and I’m afraid you haven’t been able to catch up to it.”
“You’re probably right about that.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d drawn a deep, full breath.
Maybe back when I
proposed to Anissa, when we were alone. Why couldn’t we have more time like that? That was what I needed more than anything else.
“Just calm down. Sirene’s around here somewhere. This place is huge, after all. The dungeons, maybe? She might have gone down there for the sake of checking on the prisoners, to be sure the enchantment kept the dungeon secure?”
“That could be true.” I forced my muscles to relax, realizing how tight my shoulders, neck, and back were.
Nobody respected a leader who led through intimidation—not for very long, at any rate. And anyone in the position to guard the cathedral had likely labored under a rather violent, threatening leader for decades before I came on the scene. They were immune to me after having lived through Lucian for so long.
With that in mind, I was much calmer as I descended into the dungeon. Sirene wasn’t there, either, and the guard couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen her.
By this time, Anissa was starting to worry. “Where could she be? I hope the baby is all right.”
All that did was give voice to the concern that had been at the forefront of my thoughts all along. Fane’s request that I keep her and the baby safe rang in my ears as we picked up the speed with which we searched.
“Jonah! Here!”
In one of the small alcoves which peppered the ground level of the building, a small splash of blood had already half-dried on the stone floor.
“No…” I looked around, panicking all over again. This couldn’t be happening.
“Where would she go?” Anissa asked as we jogged side-by-side.
“I have no idea. I don’t even know how long it takes a half-vampire, half-witch baby to come to term.” I looked at her from the corner of my eye.
“How would I know?”
“I thought you might have an idea, is all.”
“Remember, I didn’t know I was half-fae until not long ago. I’ve never known a woman pregnant with a hybrid—at least, not that I was aware of at the time.”
“Of course. I’m just grasping at straws.”
A pitiful excuse, but true nonetheless. I was at sea, totally unaware of what the true emergency was. If the baby was early, that would only put more strain on Sirene—and she didn’t need any extra complications, as delivery could kill her even under the best circumstances.
“Poor Sirene,” she whispered, rubbing her hands together in anxiety. “She’s all alone somewhere. Do you think she’d go to the high-rise on her own?”
“Maybe. Though she’d be running the risk of crossing paths with somebody less friendly than me.” But if she were in labor, she’d want to be someplace more comfortable than headquarters—and more welcoming.
“Should we course back there?”
We stepped out of the building, and the sight of miles of abandoned, overgrown space in all directions did little to soothe my nerves.
Or Anissa’s, judging from the way she plucked at her fingernails. “It will take a little time to get there, but it’s better than wasting any further time here.”
“It makes sense,” I admitted, even though it didn’t feel quite right to me. Some instinct urged me to stay put, to keep looking. I was never the type to pay heed to superstition or anything like it, but there was no denying some force larger than myself held me in place. The presence of her baby, my half-sibling?
Who knew what even an unborn witch or warlock was capable of?
A soft groan floated to my ears on the breeze. Anissa’s, too, as our eyes locked a moment later.
She was here, somewhere. Nearby.
2
Anissa
“Sirene?” I cupped my hands around my mouth and turned in the direction it seemed the groan came from. There was almost no way of telling for certain, though, since the cry was so soft.
Jonah scoured the ground for more blood, half-crouching as he went.
“Here.” He pointed, and sure enough, there were a few drops of blood in the dirt.
We followed the trail, him looking for blood and me looking for her, when I caught sight of the hem of a robe protruding from a clump of tall weeds.
“There!” I was running before I even spoke, breathless with worry.
Sirene was on the ground, curled into a ball, arms crossed over her belly. Sweat stuck her hair to the sides of her face, forehead, and neck.
The sight was chilling. I had never seen her anything less than calm, in control. The pain of labor had torn all of that apart, leaving her vulnerable and whimpering like a wounded animal as she rocked back and forth on the ground.
Her already fair skin was as white as a sheet. “The… baby…” she whispered between groans.
“I know, I know. We’re here now. You’re not alone.” Jonah joined me, kneeling at her side, looking about as confused as hopeless as I felt.
“I was… trying to portal to the high rise,” she gasped.
“That was good thinking. I’m glad we found you before you got there, though,” Jonah murmured.
He had gone from being nearly frantic with stress to calm and reassuring.
I wanted to tell him that was the sign of a true leader, that he need never question himself, but it wasn’t the time. I would have to remember for later.
Our eyes met.
“What are we supposed to do?” I mouthed.
He shrugged, then looked down at her again before helping her to a semi-seated position. She leaned against him, arms still wrapped protectively around her swollen belly as she grimaced in pain. My heart ached for her.
“Just… let me catch my breath…” she groaned, eyes squeezed tight. “And we can go.”
“I wish there was something we could do for the pain,” I offered, feeling completely useless.
“So do I,” she gasped, then let out a short laugh.
Even then, in obvious agony, she tried to bring levity for our sake. I could see why Fane cared for her as he did. She wasn’t just beautiful, powerful, and kind. She was brave. A man like him would feel the pull of a brave woman like her.
It was clear she wouldn’t be able to walk; she could barely sit up without gasping in pain.
“Do you think it would be all right if I carry you?” Jonah asked.
“Yes. I don’t want to bring my child into the world out here.” She draped an arm around his neck, and he lifted her gently, slowly, wincing whenever she did.
Even with the situation being as dire as it was, I couldn’t help noticing how sweet he was to her. Was it because he liked her for herself, or his father’s wishes?
The thought of Fane sent a shiver down my spine. He should’ve been here. He would want to be. But he had other things to do, and didn’t want her to know about the change Elazar brought about in him.
Would Fane ever see Sirene again? Would she make it through this?
Sirene raised one hand, closing her eyes as she did. Her brows knit together as she concentrated.
I had never seen her or anyone with the ability to create portals work so hard to do so, but this was a different story.
The portal started as a small, swirling ball of light no bigger than the size of my fist, but slowly grew until it was large enough for us to go through.
“Hurry,” she groaned through gritted teeth. “Not sure… how long I can hold it…”
Jonah wasted no time carrying her through, with me right on his heels. In the blink of an eye, we were standing on the balcony outside the penthouse.
The wind took my breath away, and I fought to adjust to the sudden change of location. It was late in the evening, the lights of the city shone as brightly as ever. No one down on the ground, hundreds of feet below us, had any idea what was happening over their heads.
The penthouse was dark, for the most part. I held up a hand to keep Jonah and Sirene at bay while I tiptoed over to the double doors. A quick glance inside told me there was a light burning in one of the bedrooms with the door slightly open to allow a sliver of a beam into the hall.
Otherwise, the living area
was dark and empty.
Process of elimination told me it had to be Philippa. Scott was with Fane. And Gage… nobody knew where Gage was, which seemed to be par for the course. It had been for as long as I’d been acquainted with the family, at any rate.
I waited a few breathless moments to be certain Jonah’s sister wouldn’t come strolling down the hall before waving Jonah on.
“Philippa,” I mouthed, pointing.
His deep frown told me his thoughts ran in the same general direction as mine. Could she be trusted? Given my druthers, I would immediately vote No, but much of that was personal. I wouldn’t put anything past her.
“Downstairs,” he decided. “There’s an empty apartment I was going to recommend Sirene stay in, anyway. Let’s be as quiet as we can while walking through.”
He looked down at Sirene, who was all but writhing in pain.
“Wait…” she grimaced, gritting her teeth as another fresh wave of pain swept over her.
Even in the chill air with the wind whipping around us, there was sweat on her brow. Once the contraction had passed, she nodded. We didn’t have much time.
I opened the door for Jonah to slip through. His feet barely seemed to touch the floor as he darted across the room. I was used to sneaking in and out of rooms, apartments, wherever, but Jonah’s dexterity surprised me.
We were at the front door in seconds, having escaped notice. I was careful to open it without a creak, lifting it slightly to relieve any weight on the hinges, and we were in the hall.
