Blood Redemption (Blood Destiny #9) (3 page)

"How will we convince Lissa that coming back to us was a good idea?" Radomir spoke his worries aloud.

"No idea," Gavin muttered and rose from his chair.

* * *

"Child, Lissa had no part in Toff's kidnapping," Roff attempted to convince Giff, who was feeding Yoff tiny pieces of roast chicken while her parent spoke. Roff recognized the open mouth, waiting to be fed like a baby bird. He'd seen it twice with his own children. Yoff's minuscule hands were waving as he fed—he liked chicken already.

"Father, Yoff will not be taken anywhere near the Queen. She will not mean harm, but that does not guarantee it will not happen. Toff's taking was bad enough. My child will be kept as safe as I can keep him," Giff was adamant.

"You are giving up your position with the Queen permanently?"

"The Queen should have replaced me already," Giff snapped. "It is her fault if she has not done so."

"You are placing blame on the wrong one," Roff sighed.

"No, I blame those others just as much—Rolfe has taken me several times to watch Toff from a distance—I did not wish to go among those heathen Fae if I could help it. I saw them eyeing my baby pouch while I stood outside their village." Giff's face held anger as well as pain.

"They are not used to humanoids reproducing as we do—it was curiosity, nothing more."

"I don't care what it was. They're not coming near Yoff, either. They've stolen one member of our family already. They won't get another."

"Do you think the Queen doesn't love you?" Roff's voice was gentle.

It was Giff's turn to sigh, and she hung her head. "Father, I cannot fault her in that respect. She loves us, I know, and even though I have not given her any effort, my wages still come, and she has sent me generous allowances for clothing and anything else I want or need. You should tell her to stop—Rolfe takes care of me, now."

"And what does Rolfe say about this?"

"He says I am overreacting," Giff turned away from her father. "I can't help the way I feel, though. I don't want anything to happen to Yoff."

"I was overprotective of you as well," Roff agreed. "You were my first and will always be my first. It is my hope that when Toff comes to adulthood, he will realize who he is and how he came to be where he is, and then make decisions accordingly. That is what keeps me going—hope."

"Then I will hope as well, father, but do not blame me if my hope is not as strong as yours. I believe that Toff is lost to us for all time."

"What do you think this will do to the Queen, when she learns you will never allow her to see Yoff?"

"She will hate me. And that is for the best, Father."

* * *

"Could this not wait?" Karzac eyed Raffian, who looked guilty. Glendes had no expression. "She is very weak, in the physical sense. I have no idea what her mental state is, and she won't let any of us get close enough to find out."

"We have to take an answer to Melida's father tomorrow. I did not wish to convey our acceptance without giving the information to Lissa, first. Shadow isn't speaking to either of us at the moment, so we couldn't ask him to come and tell her."

"Then perhaps this isn't in the best interest of either of them—have you thought about that?" Karzac barked. "All you are doing is pointing out the glaring fault—as you see it, anyway—in Lissa. She is more than aware that she cannot have children. It did a great deal of damage when she learned that Grace was pregnant with Kevis. Now, you want to bring in a replacement for her."

"We're not trying to replace her," Raffian replied after cursing under his breath for a moment. "We are trying to make sure Grey House continues with the level of talent that we currently have. Melida is from a strong family of wizards. We have to take this opportunity while we have it."

"Lissa does not ask me to come to her. Or do anything for her. She also does not come to me—for any reason," Karzac sighed. He was regretting his refusal to climb into bed with her when she asked after waking. It was the first time she'd made a request since learning Grace was pregnant. Lissa hadn't asked again, and Karzac had not failed to notice. He'd been the one to make the overture—every time. "If you think this will not drive a wedge between Lissa and Shadow," Karzac continued, "then you need to think again."

"That is not our intention, but we have no control over the emotions of others," Glendes spoke for the first time.

"You think not? Drop this now and Lissa will remain with Shadow. Bring this to her and see how things turn out." Karzac whirled and strode off angrily.

* * *

"Lissa, Glendes and Raffian are here to see you." Kiarra had come into my borrowed bedroom at Gryphon Hall while I was dressing. I'd gotten cleaned up by myself, though Karzac had told me to wait for him to help. I was still shaky and weak, but it was only because my body hadn't done anything while I'd traveled as energy across the universes. I knew that if I dropped my body right then and there, I'd feel strong again. I had to shove that thought aside—there were things out there waiting for me—things that I could deal with only in a solid body.

"Is something wrong? Is Shadow all right?" My heart stuttered into a gallop at the thought.

"Shadow is fine, I believe; they only wish to talk to you," Kiarra replied, ducking her head. Well, if somebody isn't looking you in the eye, that means something is wrong. I was afraid to
Look
, now, to see what that something might be. "Do you need help getting to the kitchen?" Kiarra asked. "Adam and Merrill are both here, or I can call someone else."

"I'll get myself there," I muttered. I did, although my legs felt like rubber when I arrived in Kiarra's beautiful kitchen. Adam kept it updated for her; I recognized his work.

Glendes and Raffian were already there, having a cup of tea while they waited on me. Neither one was smiling as I entered. Kiarra was walking as close to me as she could without putting hands directly on me. Well, this didn't look good. Not good at all. "Glendes, Raffian," I nodded to them, sliding onto one of the many barstools positioned around the kitchen island. Glendes and Raffian sat adjacent to me as Kiarra offered me something to drink. I declined. She took the stool next to mine and sat down with me.

"What's this about?" I said, right off. "Where is Shadow?"

"Shadow is working," Raffian replied. "We left him in his workshop this morning."

"Lissa, I want to preface our news with this—we do not wish to harm your relationship with Shadow in any way," Glendes said. "But it is in the best interest of Grey House for all our Master Wizards to have children, to ensure that Grey House remains as strong as it is. All our Master Wizards sign a contract with Grey House, when they are elevated to Master Wizard status. They are obligated to provide heirs who will carry on the Grey House tradition at the level of wizardry that is expected. We have received an offer from a neighboring wizard clan—and the match would be a good one for Shadow to have children. That is our goal in all this—for there to be children from this proposed union."

Honestly, I might have taken a direct punch in the face better than this. So many things raced through my brain at that moment, and all of them scattered, much like a flock of crows might before I could get a decent grip on any one of them.

"And how did you think this wouldn't damage our relationship?" I asked as calmly as I could when my breath came back. "And how will the other party react? Does she know that Shadow and I have been together?"

"She knows. She has no expectations," Raffian replied.

"No expectations?" That had to be a bald-faced lie. How could any woman approach a union, arranged or otherwise, with no expectations? "You expect her to play second fiddle in all this? She's the one who'll provide the heirs. Doesn't that imply expectations?" I was standing now, and breathing with difficulty. "And how do you think Shadow's children are going to react, when they see how their mother is treated in all this? You are both fools if you think they won't resent that." I was struggling to pull rings off my right index finger—Shadow's was in the middle. I finally got to it and slapped it down on the island in front of Glendes and Raffian. "There," I snapped, as strongly as I could muster breath to do it. "Shadow is free. He can do whatever he damn well pleases." I misted away.

* * *

"She's right, you know," Kiarra said, standing up. "About the children's feelings and the expectations. I have no idea if you planned this, Raffian Grey, but I have to tell you that I was right, all those years ago, to break the M'Fiyah between us. I wasn't guaranteed children then, either. And let me tell you, I would have kicked your ass before leaving, if you'd dumped this on me." Kiarra folded away.

Raffian reached out and drew the ring toward him with a finger. Shadow had crafted it himself, of gold and Tiralian crystal. It held a protection jewel—tuned to Lissa. No other would be able to wear it. "Dad, we've fucked this up pretty good," he sighed. "We just destroyed the relationship between Shadow and his mate."

"That wasn't our intention—we told her that at the beginning," Glendes tried to defend himself, although he was now realizing that this might have been handled differently. Lira, his wife, had told him before he left Grey House that Lissa was fragile and he shouldn't be handling this. He should be allowing Shadow to approach Lissa at a more appropriate time. Now, he and Raffian were going to have to explain how they'd managed to destroy Shadow's union with the Queen of Le-Ath Veronis.

Chapter 2
 

"Lara'Kayan, they did not intend to hurt you. Not like this." Thurlow could find me.
Fuck
. I was sitting on a rocky outcropping overlooking a river on the northern continent of Harifa Edus. My perch was far from the werewolf settlements—they wouldn't know I was there and sobbing my heart out. Thurlow, well, he didn't know when to leave well enough alone. I was shivering, too, although Harifa Edus was in early summer. Thurlow wasn't touching me—he'd held back, much of the time. We had history, he and I, and he was waiting for forgiveness. I didn't know if it would ever come.

"Thurlow, not in the mood for company," I sobbed, hugging myself as hard as I could in an attempt to stop the shivering.

"But you are cold, love. And shaking because your body is weak. Allow me to help you, somehow." He was begging, but I wasn't in any mood to accept his comfort.

"F-fine," I stuttered. "F-find me an engineer for Le-Ath Veronis. We have a v-vacancy," I forced out. That had been Shadow's job. Until now.

"Lissa, I meant with you. Here and now."

"I kn-know what you meant," I muttered, wiping my face with a shaking hand.

* * *

"Son, we just got back from seeing Lissa," Raffian was almost afraid to approach Shadow; he was pounding on a vise with a hammer, when he could have easily bent the thing back into alignment with power. Shadow gave the metal vise one last ringing blow with his hammer before looking up at his father.

"Well?" Shadow's growl would have made any vampire proud. He didn't want any part of this, but he'd signed the agreement with his Grandfather, just as all the other Master Wizards had. Glendes held the reins on this.

Raffian drew the ring from his pocket and held it out to Shadow on the palm of his hand. "Thanks, Dad," Shadow looked ready to crumble. "Thanks for fucking this up beyond repair." Shadow folded away, leaving his father standing in his workshop, his hand still extended.

* * *

"Is this what you wanted?" Lira was as angry as she'd ever been with Glendes. "You wanted to break them up over this?" Lira's voice nearly cracked, she was so upset.

"No, I did not want to break them up," Glendes wanted to tug his hair out by the roots. "I have a responsibility to Grey House, Lira."

"And if I hadn't been capable of bearing children, Glendes? Would you have rubbed that in my face like this?"

"Lira, I would expect you to understand—you are from a wizard clan. I wouldn't have cared as much for any other—you know that. We have the linking, you and I. I doubt that it can be recreated with any other."

"Well, you have just sentenced your grandson to life without that. Haven't you? He won't love Melida. Not as he loves Lissa. Lissa is stepping aside for Melida's children. Surely even you can see that, Glendes. And now, if Shadow has children with Melida—he'll see them as the reason he doesn't have Lissa. How do you think that will make them feel? That he resents them?"

"They will have other family," Glendes grumbled.

"Not like their father. You think they won't feel that absence, Glendes? When he's right there in front of them, and still remote?" Lira turned away from her mate. "I'm going shopping. And you'll be sleeping alone for a while." Lira folded away.

* * *

Thurlow knew to leave the moment Kifirin appeared. Smoke was already pouring from his nostrils, so Thurlow folded away as quickly as he could. I was still shivering and crying, and my chest hurt. "Avilepha, they had no right to do this to you." Kifirin sat beside me and drew me into his arms. His body was hotter than normal—he was doing that for me. His hand went to my chest, too, and heat flooded in. I couldn't hold back the painful sob that came. "Hush, now." I was enveloped in Kifirin's embrace.

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