Demon's Quest (High Demon Series #4)

by Connie Suttle

  DEMON'S QUEST

  A Novel by

  CONNIE SUTTLE

  The Author's contact information may be found at the end of this book.

  For Walter, Joe, Sarah S., Lee D. and Diane J.

  Many thanks!

  Demon's Quest, copyright © 2013 by Connie Suttle

  All rights reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents portrayed within its pages are purely fictitious and a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons (or vampires, werewolves, High Demons, Larentii, shapeshifters Ra'Ak, wizards, warlocks, witches or gods) living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  This book, whole or in part, MAY NOT be copied or reproduced by mechanical means (including photocopying or the implementation of any type of storage or retrieval system) without the express written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

  Other books by Connie Suttle:

  (Blood Destiny Series)

  Blood Wager

  Blood Passage

  Blood Sense

  Blood Domination

  Blood Royal

  Blood Queen

  Blood Rebellion

  Blood War

  Blood Redemption

  Blood Reunion

  (Legend of the Ir'Indicti Series)

  Bumble

  Shadowed

  Target

  Vendetta

  Destroyer

  (High Demon Series)

  Demon Lost

  Demon Revealed

  Demon's King

  Demon's Quest

  Demon's Revenge*

  Demon's Dream*

  *Forthcoming

  Chapter 1

  "Is that what they do?" Wyatt was gripping his grandfather's arm so hard it probably would leave a bruise on the King of Karathia.

  "The Larentii Wise Ones Change What Was—when the time is right," Lissa explained. They couldn't really see anything—Kifirin had relinquished Reah's body the moment the five Larentii and their Protectors appeared. All of them pulled the pertinent people out of the ballroom of the San Gerxon Casino. Inside a private banquet room, the Larentii Wise Ones, surrounded by their Protectors, were working with their energy over Reah's Thifilatha.

  "But how will she be if they bring her back?" Wylend worried.

  "The same. Anyway, that's what I hear."

  "Mom?" Gavril's voice floated from behind, filled with worry.

  "Son, go back out there, you need to calm your guests and let them know it's over," Gavin took his son's arm. For a moment, it seemed as if Gavril were seventeen again, instead of nearly seventy.

  Gavin walked out with Gavril, while Farzi, Nenzi and six other reptanoids came rushing in.

  "How our Reah?" Nenzi was nearly in tears.

  "The Larentii are doing what they can," Lissa tried to reassure him.

  "I felt her die." Aurelius arrived as quickly as he could—someone had taken over for him on an assignment.

  "Aurelius, the Wise Ones are working on her," Lissa did her best to hold the old vampire back. Tory was on his knees as close to Reah and the Wise Ones as he could get. Norian had come and he and Lendill were in a corner with Kaldill Schaff. Norian and Lendill's father were both trying to calm Lendill.

  "Something's happening," Wyatt breathed. A flash of light came and the Wise Ones gathered in a tighter knot.

  "They've forced her out of the Thifilatha," Lissa sighed. "Is Kifirin still here?"

  "I am here, avilepha." Kifirin appeared at her elbow. The god sounded tired. Exhausted, actually.

  "Tell me what happened," Lissa demanded.

  "Something that should not have been," Kifirin sighed. "That is why the Wise Ones appeared—this event was not in the timeline. Neither was Reah's child's death. Unfortunately, the Wise Ones cannot recall an unborn child."

  "Then what changed it? What made this happen?"

  "Someone who shouldn't have the ability has tapped into the Telling Winds to change things," Willem appeared. "Until now, only I have been able to tap into that power. I didn't see the baby's death until it was too late." Willem shivered. "I understand that Reah healed the core on Cloudsong before she came here."

  "She healed a dead world? That's incredible. Kifirin, does this mean the other worlds that Zellar killed will live again?" Lissa stared up at the dark god.

  "Avilepha, we cannot send her out to do these things. If she chooses to go, I will not hold her back. I think she needs protection, love. She saved your youngest, did you know?"

  "He said as much." Lissa lowered her gaze. "Will she go back to him now?"

  "I cannot answer that." A collective sigh drew their attention—the Wise Ones were stepping back. And then as one, they all disappeared. Tory was off his knees, but Wylend reached Reah before him.

  "Erland, stay here as my ambassador," Wylend ordered, lifting Reah in his arms. "Wyatt, Corolan, Garek, with me," he added. Wylend disappeared with Reah.

  "Son, let's go see what we can do to support Gavril," Erland muttered to Ry. They took off toward the ballroom.

  "Mom, I need to be with Reah," Tory was at Lissa's side in as little time as it took to skip there.

  "Child, Reah's mate should never wait for approval," a tiny curl of smoke came from Kifirin's nostrils. Tory was left staring at empty space as Kifirin disappeared.

  "I am going. Do you wish to travel with me?" Aurelius asked. He'd not taken his eyes off the Wise Ones or Reah the whole time, listening to this conversation or that with only half an ear.

  "Yeah. Let's go," Tory sighed.

  * * *

  "I'll see if I can bring her out." The voice was vaguely familiar, but I hadn't heard it in turns.

  "Wyatt?" I stared up at the warlock who wanted to be a healer instead of heir to the Karathian throne.

  "Here is my love," Wylend came into view.

  "Where am I?" I felt dizzy and confused.

  "In my suite," Wylend smiled at me.

  "Wyatt, what can you tell me?" Karzac appeared from nowhere.

  "Dizziness, probable confusion. The wounds are healed but there is still bruising around the sternum, ribs and thigh, with the sternum bruise the most severe," Wyatt said.

  "Good. What else can you tell me?" Karzac lifted an eyebrow at Wyatt.

  "That she should rest for at least ten days, with no strenuous activity during that time. No skipping, folding or sex. Until I say so," Wyatt added.

  "Very good." Karzac smiled.

  "I have a headache," I muttered, rubbing my forehead with fingers that shook.

  "And a headache," Wyatt laughed. "I can handle that." He did. The pain left as soon as his fingers moved mine aside and touched my skin. "Now, you should likely eat something—clear broth and liquids at first."

  "Please, no," I mumbled. "That last stuff I got was tasteless."

  "See, this is the difficulty in treating a Master cook," Wyatt chuckled.

  "I brought these; they were having a meltdown, Em-pah." Lissa appeared with Farzi, Nenzi and the other six reptanoids.

  "Corolan, find some rooms," Wylend directed.

  "Reah?" Aurelius moved Wyatt aside and sat on the edge of my bed.

  "Auri?" I was weeping in his arms in seconds. All except Farzi and Nenzi faded from the room.

  * * *

  "She's sleeping—Farzi and Nenzi are with her," Aurelius raked a hand through his gold mane of hair. "Cried herself out, I think. Over the baby and everything else."

  "She wouldn't let any of us near enough to do that," Tory grumbled.

  "Torevik, what did you expect? She was troubled when you appeared to turn your back on her and the child. Gavril didn't help—he should
have seen it, yet he pulled you away at every opportunity, leaving Reah by herself or with me." Aurelius gave Tory a level look.

  "I didn't know what to do," Tory moaned.

  "You could have gone to your father. Or to your mother or any number of other people. Yet you walked away from Reah instead. If you'd bothered to explain to her how you were feeling, it might have made a difference."

  "Doesn't matter now—she won't even look at me."

  "Love doesn't turn on and off, like a faucet," Corolan patted Tory's shoulder. "Keep that in mind and stand in front of her. She'll notice, I promise."

  "Corolan knows what he's talking about," Wylend gave Tory a hug. "Don't give up, child. We'll make her smile again."

  * * *

  "This is good. Very good." I sipped my broth—it was seasoned perfectly. I could imagine small chopped leeks or scallions in it, with seasoned croutons added at the last moment. I said that aloud without thinking.

  "And that is how I usually serve it." The cook had come to the table. Wylend had summoned him, I suppose. He was younger than I imagined and smiling at me.

  "This is Radolf, who might be a very good warlock if he didn't stay in the kitchen constantly," Wylend chuckled.

  "Why is there any need to be a warlock when you can cook?" I smiled at Radolf.

  "Exactly what I've always said." Radolf sat next to me. "I was thinking about adding noodles to this, or pasta of some sort."

  "Nothing heavy," I agreed. "Something thin and light, and not too much of it. Just enough for the taste and to entice the appetite."

  "Exactly," Radolf nodded.

  "Is that why the soup bowls are small?" Corolan wrinkled his nose at Radolf.

  "Of course. We slave over the main course—you think we want you to be full after the soup?"

  "There's a duck recipe I've been working on," I told Radolf. "How do you feel about allowing someone else inside your kitchen?"

  "I won't mind if I get to help."

  "Don't tire her out, son." Garek gave Radolf a look from his place at the table.

  "That's your father?" I looked from Radolf to Garek. Garek gave me a blinding smile. Both had dark hair, but the eyes, noses and chins were different.

  "Yes. I disappoint him constantly," Radolf grinned back at his father.

  "You do not," I elbowed Radolf gently. I was too weak to do otherwise, and I had to admit that I liked Radolf immediately. It made me wonder how old he was—I couldn't gauge ages well in the Karathian race. Wylend was thousands of years old and still looked young—not much older than I.

  "I think I tripped our exalted King more than once when I was little," Radolf declared.

  "At least six times, running underfoot," Wylend gave Radolf a pointed look. "Thank goodness it was always in my private quarters."

  "It would be too undignified for the formal hall," Wyatt agreed, smiling.

  "Don't laugh, I think I tripped over you a time or two as well," Wylend grinned at Wyatt. Wyatt was only a year or so older than Tory and Ry.

  "How are the meetings going on Campiaa?" I asked quietly.

  "Couldn't be better—I got word from Erland before dinner," Wylend said. "The delegates who were reluctant to join were merely afraid of the Strands. Gavril has the Strands locked up at the moment—it appears they may be the first to feel the bite of justice from the Campiaan Alliance." Wylend sounded happy about that.

  "And their warlocks?"

  "Dead, including Nidris," Wylend said softly. "That one Gavril killed himself. Let us hope there are no others who know how to tap cores."

  "I made a promise to heal the core on Thiskil," I said, looking down.

  "Not until you're much, much better," Wylend said. "Love, come here and sit between Corolan and me."

  "I'll bring her," Radolf said. "Come here, put your arms around my neck," he lifted me from my seat and carried me to Wylend. Corolan moved to the next chair down, giving me his. Wylend floated my water glass across the table. Water was the only thing Wyatt would allow me to drink. I'd already had my broth. The servants brought out the next course and Wylend sneaked a bite or two of his fowl to me, which was very good. Wyatt pretended not to notice. And when I nearly fell asleep at the table, Corolan tucked me against his side and let me close my eyes.

  * * *

  "Reah, we go back—Teeg need us." Farzi sounded upset. As was I, when I came fully awake.

  "What does he need, honey snake?" I stroked Farzi's cheek after sitting up in bed. "Sweet man, give me a hug and a kiss before you go," I held my arms out to Nenzi. Nenzi was more than happy to give both, as was Farzi. The others came forward and got the same. Wylend had put me in a separate bedroom inside his massive suite of rooms.

  I found myself wishing I could go with the reptanoids, just to spend the day with them. I wanted to be myself and feeling strong, instead of weak as I was right then. Aurelius was taking them to Teeg, then he was leaving as well. He was the last one in line for hugs and kisses. Someone would return him to his assignment—the one that had been interrupted when I was wounded. I was informed that the Larentii healed the wound I received and that was that. I hadn't thought it possible to live over what had been fired in my direction. The Larentii truly were the strongest and most talented of healers.

  "Want company?" Corolan walked into my room. He'd spent the night in Wylend's private bedroom.

  "What kind of company?" I asked, yawning. He laughed when I covered the jaw-cracking stretch of my mouth.

  "The kind where I scoot you over, hold you against me and you fall asleep on my shoulder. Wylend is tending his court today, or he'd do it himself."

  "Uh-huh." I was using another of Lissa's phrases.

  "Scoot." Corolan lifted and deposited me toward the middle of the large bed. He dropped his robe on the floor and, dressed only in pajama bottoms, climbed into bed with me. "See, this isn't so bad," he pulled my head onto his shoulder. "Now, little girl, go back to sleep."

  * * *

  "Try this—it's the lightest I could make," Radolf offered the bite of crepe, holding the fork out for me. I felt a tiny bit awkward—nobody had ever fed me like that before. I was sitting on the counter in his large kitchen, swinging my bare feet while he fixed something for me as a late breakfast. His staff was busily preparing lunch—I'd slept quite late while Corolan did whatever magic he'd done to keep me napping long past my normal waking time.

  "What's this?" Garek walked in and stared at my feet. I stilled them.

  "No, you may move as much as you like," Garek was frowning. Pulling in a pair of socks from somewhere using his power, he proceeded to slide them onto my feet while Radolf fed me another bit of crepe. The crepe was very good.

  "I'll put sweet cream on it next time, when we're not so worried about the diet," he said.

  "This is good—it has a light, nutty taste," I said.

  "Just a bit of nut spice, that's all," Radolf grinned and offered one more bite. "And I want to put some meat on those bones." He set the fork down and tapped my shoulder.

  "Hasn't taken care of herself," Garek agreed. I wanted to have a talk with both of them about awful things happening over which I had no control, but they were both smiling. They knew already.

  "See, cheeks still pale," Garek ran a knuckle gently down my face. I closed my eyes—they'd betrayed me by allowing a tear to slip away.

  "Here, now, there's no need for that." Radolf was the one who lifted me off the island. "Put your arms around my neck, heart's love," he murmured against my ear. I embarrassed myself by sobbing a time or two against his shoulder.

  "What's wrong with my little love?" Wylend was lifting me away from Radolf.

  "I'm sorry," I sniffled. "I don't mean to take you away from court."

  "Love, we recessed for lunch. You haven't taken me away from anything." Wylend carried me out of the kitchen. I was clutching the finest raw silk robes in my fingers, holding onto them tightly and wrinkling them, most likely, as Wylend carried me toward his suite. He could have folded u
s there, but he admitted that he wanted to baby me along the way.

  "Here, Radolf sent this," Garek was right behind Wylend, offering me a drink of some kind. "It's berries blended with ice cream," he said. The concoction was pink from the berries and tasted like a dream.

  "Radolf is a wonderful cook," I sighed after tasting it.

  "His mother still grumbles that he didn't do something more important with his life," Garek did a little grumbling himself.

  "Feeding people is a higher calling," I said. "Not everybody can do that, you know."

  "Are we better now? Shall we have lunch in here?" Here was Wylend's bedroom.

  "I'm having lunch now." I slurped more of my drink.

  Garek had a table set up quickly, so I sat across from Wylend as he ate and he and Garek discussed several issues that Wylend was dealing with. At the moment, I was glad Wylend was handling all of it—I was feeling sleepy again.

  * * *

  Lok, many times great-nephew of the legendary Dragon Warlord, stared down his opponent. The flag was about to fall, signaling the beginning of his final bout in the Solstice Trials. Lok had trained most of his life in bladework, though the Falchani were turning to more modern weapons to fight their old enemies. Tradition was steeped into their bones and every child with any aptitude was still taught the art of the blade. The swords were made by hand but the craft might be dying. Lok worried that eventually—perhaps not in his lifetime but eventually, the Falchani would walk away from all of it.

  Rumors swept the city—many talked of joining the Reth Alliance. The current Warlord was holding off on any decision in the matter, but it hung over their heads like a rain cloud. Lok still hadn't made up his mind about the whole thing. The flag dropped and Lok went to work, blades flying, fighting his opponent.

  * * *

  "Lok, I grow tired of seeing you in my tents," the Lion Warlord teased good-naturedly as he handed out the prize for that year's Solstice Trials. "I'm beginning to think the others are just too soft. Is this the tenth one of these you have?" The large gold medallion was handed to Lok, who bowed respectfully to the Warlord.