She dashed to the side. The king hadn’t been expecting the movement, nor had he expected her to be as quick as she was. She sprinted forward, determined to at least attempt an escape as she dodged two guards. She was briefly reminded of the time she tried to allude Braith and Jack, she’d stayed free from them for longer than she’d expected, but she was drained now, weaker than she’d been then.
She felt something rushing at her, a dark presence. She tried to switch direction, tried to get her body to move as fluidly as it usually did, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate. Caleb hit her with the force of a sledgehammer. The breath was knocked from her as she tumbled head over heels across the marble floor before colliding with a chair, and one of the things in the chair. Dry bits of flaky skin broke off beneath her hand. Its eyes followed her as she scrambled backwards. If its gurgling, twitching movements were any indication, this thing was starving.
“It seems that Merle is thirsty.”
Strange noises filled the air; it took Aria a minute to realize they were coming from her. Merle’s jaundiced blue eyes rolled in his head as Aria was hauled back to her feet. She didn’t even care who held her, didn’t even care what they did to her, she simply yearned to be out of here. One way or another, dead or alive, she wanted free of this nightmare she had become entrenched in. She was losing it, she knew, but she wasn’t entirely certain how to keep it together anymore. Not in here, not with these monsters.
Aria fought wildly against the king as he wrapped his arm around her waist and carried her back to the abomination named Merle. He seized hold of her still bleeding wrist, and held it above the thing as it issued eager, enthusiastic sounds. A single drop of blood fell, not on Merle’s mouth but on the center of his forehead, where it quivered and shook. It was one of the cruelest things she’d ever witnessed as Merle’s eyes continued to roll crazily with hunger and he twitched violently in the chair.
The king lifted her wrist and gently licked the blood that beaded there. “And all Merle did was vote against me when I decided to start the war. That was over a hundred years ago dear. Imagine what I will do to my son, my heir that betrayed me. I cannot wait for him to come play with us, oh the things I will do.”
Revulsion twisted through her as he pressed a kiss against her cheek, and briefly nuzzled her before he dropped her unceremoniously back to the ground. She almost fell but managed to catch herself in time. She was just righting herself when the large doors across the hall were thrust open and a tall, beautiful blond strode inside. She never even looked at the bodies surrounding her, but bee-lined straight toward the king and Caleb. Her eyes, however, did scathingly rake over Aria. Thrusting her shoulders back, Aria defiantly met the woman’s hostile glare. She’d only encountered Braith’s sister Natasha once before, when she’d first been brought into the palace as Braith’s blood slave.
“It’s true then,” she said flatly. “She has been recaptured.”
“Obviously,” Caleb retorted dryly.
Natasha chose to ignore Caleb. “And Braith?”
Aria’s gaze darted toward the doors as another tall, willowy blond walked through them. She didn’t stride forward with the same purpose as Natasha, but rather slipped through the shadows as she moved to stand behind her older sister. For a moment Aria’s heart leapt at the appearance of Melinda, Ashby’s bloodlink, Braith’s youngest sibling, and Aria’s only ally within this place. As swiftly as her hope rose though, it fell. There was nothing Melinda could do to help her, not now anyway, not without being caught. She was on her own for now. Aria kept her face impassive as Melinda’s dove gray eyes met hers briefly before they promptly slid away.
“I have dispatched guards to search the woods. I am sure he is close,” the king responded.
Dread pulsed through Aria; it took everything she had to remain outwardly calm. Of course they would search the woods, and the town. She hoped the others had retreated back into the caves, but even then there was a chance they would be found. A small tremor worked its way through her body.
Caleb’s eyes gleamed as he perused her. “He’ll come for her.”
A cruel smile twisted Natasha’s mouth. Apparently Natasha was just as twisted and sick as her father and brother were. “Wonderful.” It took everything Aria had not to look to Melinda in order to see her reaction. She remained immobile though, unwilling to draw any more attention to herself. “And Jericho?”
“I’m sure he’s also somewhere nearby, they’ll both be punished accordingly,” the king informed her.
Aria was reminded of a praying mantis inspecting its prey as Natasha rubbed her hands eagerly together. “I can’t wait.”
“Make sure she is returned to the dungeon Caleb, and don’t take too much of her blood. I have more questions for her, questions she will eventually answer. You may have your fun, but she is not to be broken, not yet anyway. I want her to be alert and screaming when Braith arrives, and she is not to be raped.” Aria started in surprise as her eyes swung to the king. “Oh it will happen my dear, but it will not be Caleb,” he replied with a smirk. “I suspect that it will kill my son to watch me take you, and I intend for him to be here to watch our first time together. You may even enjoy it.”
She somehow managed to swallow back the bile that such a thought caused to burn up her throat. She was rapidly beginning to change her mind about the idea of dying. She would gladly welcome death over having this man invade her body in such a way. Over having Braith be forced to watch.
There was a sadistic gleam in Caleb’s eyes that frightened her as he came forward to claim her. Aria lifted her chin, appearing far more dignified than she felt as he practically dragged her from the hideous room.
Chapter 4
Xavier was merely a dark shadow against the bark of the tree, a shadow that Braith could barely differentiate from the woods. He’d spent a hundred years in the dark, had thrived in it when others would have failed, but the near darkness now was a stark reminder that he’d lost the only thing that mattered to him. And he’d lost her because he was an idiot, a fool. He’d lost her because of some bitch that he’d tossed from the palace for abusing Aria in the first place. He should have killed Lauren instead of allowing her to live.
In truth, he was the one that had caused this awful mess. He knew that, he despised himself for it, but he couldn’t change it now no matter how much he would like to.
He swore that if he ever got her back he would spend the rest of their lives trying to alleviate the impact of his sins. He would make this up to her, if he could, if she could ever forgive him, and if they didn’t destroy her first. The red haze of his vision darkened as he fisted his hands in frustration.
Stay in control, he reminded himself. Stay in control, it’s the only way you’ll get her back alive. Stay calm. They had to be prepared, if there was any chance of getting her back, of winning this war they had to be prepared, or they would fail.
It was nearly impossible to remain composed though. His skin was crawling, there was a fire boiling in his belly. He knew that he was on the verge of completely unraveling and letting the monster within take over. His fangs tingled with the urge to drive them into the necks of his father, his brother, and every other person that ever touched her. He craved their deaths with a ferociousness that he had never experienced before. He wanted their bodies littering the ground at his feet, and he wanted it now.
If he wasn’t certain he would be killed before he could get to her, he’d have gone after her without the rest of them. If he thought they would set her free in exchange for him, he would gladly walk up to the palace gates and hand himself over. He would gladly die for her, but his death would do nothing to save her from this, and she would never forgive him for ruining everything they had worked so hard for. Truth be told, he’d never forgive himself either. There were too many lives at stake, too much was at risk. There were people that he cared about…
That was the worst part of it all. He had come to care for them. Ashby pissed him off, but Melinda loved the idiot and he wasn’t entirely obnoxious. Jack infuriated him to no end, but he was still his brother and Braith had always been fond of him. He’d even come to like and admire Aria’s family. He couldn’t let them all down. He couldn’t bring himself to destroy the only chance at happiness and peace that they’d ever hoped to attain, that Aria had ever hoped to attain. She would forgive him for not coming for her immediately, he knew that, but she would never forgive him if he ruined everything.
Aria was alive; he could feel it in his bones. By now his father had realized that she was important to him, he’d probably detected his blood inside of her, seen the marks Braith had left upon her skin. He would use her against Braith; he would torture her until she was broken beyond repair, but Braith knew his father would hold out on the worst of that torture until Braith was present. He would intend to make sure that Braith witnessed the worst of what was done to her. At least that was the hope that Braith clung to, otherwise he knew he would leave these woods and go to the palace now. Otherwise, he would ruin everything and Aria would be lost.
He wouldn’t allow that to happen to Aria, even if it meant giving himself over to the darkness that lurked within him, and was so close to consuming him now. He just had to keep it at bay until they were ready to move. He could give into the darkness when he found his father and brother; he could let it rule him in order to destroy them. Maybe, if he and Aria both survived, he would be able to salvage whatever was left of himself after.
He felt no compunction about killing his father and brother. They wouldn’t feel any about torturing him, killing him, and making the only thing he cared about suffer. The only difference was he would make their deaths quick, they wouldn’t return the favor with him.
“What do you know?” Braith demanded.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play stupid with me Xavier. You know more of our history, and of the human’s history than any of us. I see the way you watch Aria, the way you study her. If I thought it was because you had any interest in her as a woman I would have put a stop to it long ago, but we both know women are not what you desire. I know you’re not watching her because it’s me you’re interested in.”
“How do you know that?”
“Xavier,” Braith’s patience was reaching its end. Whatever crush Xavier may have had on him had vanished years ago when Xavier had accepted the fact that Braith wasn’t interested in men.
There was a minor rise in his shoulder that Braith took as a shrug. “You are a good looking man…”
Braith leaned into him, causing Xavier to take an abrupt step back into the tree behind him. “Do not play with me Xavier. There is no one, and nothing, I will not go through to get her back. I am in no mood for your devious games or your manipulations.” Xavier didn’t cower before him but Braith sensed the vampire’s trepidation. “What do you know?”
“I don’t know anything.”
Braith’s hand slammed into the tree. Xavier’s followers would be irate if he killed him, they may leave, they may even turn on him, but he was getting to the point where he would willingly take that in order to assuage some of his fury. He didn’t think he could survive much longer like this. He was going to snap; like a bow string wound to tight he was going to break. He just didn’t know what was going to happen when he did, or how many he would take with him.
“There are some things I suspect though,” Xavier continued calmly.
“Xavier, not now.”
It took all of his patience to deal with Xavier’s roundabout way of explaining things. Xavier seemed to sense this as he grasped hold of his arm. “You have to keep it together Braith, there are far more lives at stake here than hers.”
“Why do you think I’m still here? Why do you think I haven’t gone after her, yet? But you have to tell me what you suspect.”
Xavier bowed his head. “Keep in mind that I truly know nothing for sure. I would like to speak with her father.”
“Fine, but what is it…”
Braith broke off as something else caught his attention. He released the tree he’d been so desperately grasping as he moved toward the edge of the hill. Below him the forest spread out in a blur of dark shapes and mounds. Amongst the solid objects, shadows moved and coalesced as they glided through the trees. He heard the approach of the others, but he didn’t have to turn to know that Gideon was in the lead. His step was somewhat louder than Ashby’s slighter frame and Jack’s more experienced movements. William, Daniel, and David barely made any noise as they approached; it was their scents he picked up instead of their sounds.
