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And lets be realistic, when would I not be in conflict with those ill-bred humans?
Severing contact with them was the wisest course. News reports held that Elizabeth had been mortally wounded in a botched prison escape. Her family would believe her dead.
"Youre ceding your heart to her," Hag observed.
He gazed in Elizabeths direction. "She is"-he paused, then admitted-"treasured. If anything should happen to me, you are to protect her. Search for a way to free her. "
The fey nodded. "Speaking of something happening to you, Doradas been felt in the South, near the Valkyrie coven in Louisiana. "
The sorceress had previously lived in the Amazon; now she was in Louisiana? Hed bet the hideous mummy and her Wendigo lackeys were hiding out in the swamp basin.
"Ill go there this eve. " He would trace to a bayou bar called Erols, one frequented by scores of immortals. Perhaps Dorada had journeyed to that area because of the Lore energy. Or perhaps shed sensed he had been there recently.
"Has Saroya risen?" Hag asked.
"Once. While Elizabeth slept. " The girl had never even known.
Hed wasted no time castigating Saroya, taking out his fury at himself on her. "You knew you werent my fucking Bride!"
"Are you so sure?"
How could he ever have been fooled? "Youre not mine. Id seek a noon-day sun if paired with you. " Hadnt he told Elizabeth the same thing? He flinched when he thought of how incredibly much hed insulted her. "You knew all along that I had no fated tie to you. "
"I used your own arrogance as a weapon against you. Such a plentiful arsenal. Besides, deep down you recognized Elizabeth as yours but refused to accept it. Which is understandable in the extreme, Lothaire. Regardless, youll forsake her for me, because you still want your crowns. " Shed gazed down at Elizabeths body with contempt. "Even though youre obviously mating with her. "
"Ill find another way to get my kingdoms. "
"If you discover a way for a vampire to break a vow to the Lore, do let me know. . . . "
His vows bound him like shackles, forcing him onto a path from which he could not veer.
They compelled him to search tirelessly. In order to spend time with Elizabeth, he had to resist the compulsion, but could only do so for limited amounts of time.
She returned then, showered, dressed, carrying a loaded breakfast plate. "Will you play nice with all the other little vampires when youre out searching tonight?"
He ignored Hags inquiring look. He knew the oracle wondered what his Endgame was now.
Lothaire only wished it were as clear as itd been for the millennia before. "Of course. " He stood. "I leave now. "
"At least kiss me like youll miss me, Leo," Elizabeth demanded in a saucy tone that made him want to do nothing more than trace her back to their bed. "Else I wont think youre sweet on me. "
The corners of his lips curled. He liked her accent now. Even if he hadnt started to find her mountain drawl sexy, it was an asset for her-people heard her speak and saw her beauty and underestimated her.
Just as he had. Sucker punch. But no longer. Each day with her, he was learning what a formidable female she was.
Whenever they traveled, her keen mind soaked up knowledge like a sponge. Teaching her proved rewarding, enjoyable. And experiencing those locales with her cast them in a new light, making them exciting for him once more.
She made him feel young and alive.
Elizabeth Daciano was a drug to a male like Lothaire.
So why couldnt he shake the feeling that she was drifting away from him?
He bent down to press his lips to hers, taking her soothing scent within him. "Will you worry for me when Im gone?"
She shook her head. "But Ill pity anyone who crosses you. "
His chest bowed. Like a drug, Elizavetta . . .
Reluctantly he traced away. As soon as he appeared in Erols oyster-shell parking lot, he perceived a heavy presence. Dorada was nearby.
Rain drizzled, thunder rumbling. Music blared from inside the dilapidated shack of a bar. The scents of so many of his enemies muddled together in one place had him wishing hed brought a mystical bomb. To eradicate them all so easily . . .
He crossed to the black waters edge, spying an old duck blind far out in the middle of a cove. Tracing to the blind, he crouched atop it, listening for Dorada.
Over the strengthening rain, he heard only expected sounds-reptiles gliding through the swamp, a stray Valkyrie shriek. He scented the wet air, perceived a faint trace of Doradas rotted skin, but couldnt pinpoint its source.
In the past, he would have waited here until dawn, stalking his enemy, envisioning their upcoming battle in gory detail.
Now he was impatient, knowing his thoughts would grow more chaotic every moment he was away from Elizabeth.
Lightning forked out above, momentarily setting the bayou aglow. The reflective eyes of Lore creatures flashed all around the water. None were his prey.
Where are you, Dorada? He didnt have time to pursue her-
His head jerked around as he caught that scent once more. He lunged into a trace, landing at the perimeter of the bayou, spinning in place. The smell seemed to come from all around him.
Then Ill scour every inch of this godsforsaken mire. Half tracing, half sprinting, he began to cover ground, dematerializing through thickets of briars, then charging around trees.
The winds began to howl, sheeting the rain sideways, dispersing the scent. Still he ran, his thoughts growing as tangled as the underbrush. Find Dorada. Slay her. Then nothing will distract me from the ring.
Hed considered forgiving the Blademans debt in exchange for Webbs location. After all, Chase surely hated Webb; the commander had gone behind his back and had Regin "studied. "
But Lothaire knew the Blademan would tell him nothing. He despised Lothaire even more than he did the man whod ordered his female cut open-while she was conscious.
Navigating a dense stand of cypress, Lothaire ducked under a limb,
startling a pack of crocodilae shifters and the nymphs who slummed with them.
The beings beheld him, screamed with fear, then scattered in all directions.
He didnt spare them even a hiss. That scent . . . why couldnt he run it to ground . . . ?
No, thered be no negotiating with the Blademan; tapping into Chases memories was Lothaires only hope of reclaiming his ring. Yet instead of dreaming them, hed continued to experience his own.
His last? Lothaire had relived the night hed finally captured Stefanovich for Fyodor, ages after Lothaires torture had ended.
In a mindless rage, Lothaire tortured Stefanovich for hours-days-reveling in his fathers pleas for mercy. Once Fyodor gave the order, Lothaire raised his sword for the deathblow, steadying enough to comprehend that the kings heart was beating. "Blyad! Hes been blooded, Uncle. "
Fyodor looked aghast. "Then he might have sired a secret heir. " He pressed his own sword edge against Stefanovichs throat, beginning to slice it back and forth. "Where is your Bride?"
"Dying," Stefanovich grated with difficulty; he was scarcely alive himself. "Like the others. "
Female vampires had been afflicted in number by some kind of plague. King Stefanovich considered this such an embarrassing sign of weakness-immortals succumbing to sickness!-that hed kept the tragedy secret, disseminating wild rumors. . . .
"And where is your heir?" Lothaire asked, preparing for another round of torture.
"Where youll never find him, bastard. "
But Lothaire had.
Moving like a shadow, silent as death, he loomed over a cradle. A fair-haired infant gazed up at him, grasping his finger with a tiny hand. . . .
Why see this scene again? What was his consciousness telling him?
When dawn neared, he eased his unrelenting pace, lurching to a stop. Sweat poured down his back and face to mingle with the rain.