Authors: Cege Smith
“I could turn you fully,” Connor said.
Angeline sucked in a breath. “So what, you’d have me exchange one fresh hell for another? If I did that, there would be no way that I could go home.”
“But you would survive,” Connor argued. “We could walk right out of here and the spirits would leave you alone. You would have nothing to fear from them.”
“You’ve already said that these spirits are mad as hell,” Angeline said. “And truly that doesn’t seem like an option at all. My people would be left without a ruler, and I would be stuck living for an eternity with a species I despise.” She felt the slightest bit of regret at the harshness of her words when she saw Connor flinch.
“I didn’t risk all of this and come all this way to give up now,” she said. “If traversing the dangers of the territory at the top of the cliff is the only way, then that is what we will do.”
“There is no guarantee that the spirits won’t come after us,” Caspian said. “You heard Alair. These spirits were created to rip the soul from a wraith, and you are the only wraith they would have seen here in a long time. I should have realized the correlation of their appearance with the times in the past when I had other
guests
, but it has to be your Robart blood that is calling to all of them.”
“I assume that your coven offers some medium of protection,” Angeline said.
Searon landed heavily a few feet from her. In his arms was a lovely purple satin gown that took Angeline’s breath away. “My father has complete control over the spirits that roam this wilderness. He will be able to protect you, Princess. I found this for you, for your audience with my father.”
Angeline realized that Searon was looking to her for approval. For some reason, his view of her had changed with the news that in a way they were related. “It is beautiful,” she said. “But it would not be appropriate for travel.”
Searon frowned. “Of course, you are right. We will pack it and you can change right before we arrive.”
“We need to leave soon,” Caspian said, looking out into the forest. “They are growing stronger, and I fear that we don’t have much time left tonight to find a place to rest before the sun comes up.”
“I am in need of refreshment. Before we go.” Angeline said the words as primly as possible, but she could feel the hunger in her gut. As long as she kept it in check, she would remain in control.
“I will help you, Princess,” Connor said. He started walking to the other side of the clearing where Angeline knew that the mountain cat’s corpse cooled.
Searon stepped in his path. “Don’t be silly. You can’t give her dead cat to feast on. How disgusting.” He snapped his fingers, and Angeline almost jumped out of her skin as five men appeared from the trees. She had forgotten that Searon had brought men with him.
“Get our things together. We are leaving. But in the meantime, bring the princess something to eat.”
Instantly there was a commotion in the clearing as the soldiers started throwing everything in sight into bags. Caspian was yelling, trying to stop them, with no success. Connor was all the way across the clearing, but she could see the look of panic on his face as he realized that Searon had retaken control.
A vampire with solid white hair stepped up to her. His face showed the years of battle scars that he had endured, and she wondered if he had fought against her great-great-great-grandfather. Based on the scowl on his face, she assumed that he had.
He said nothing, but pulled a rabbit from behind his back and swung it in front of her. Angeline resisted the urge to reach out and snatch it from his hand. Searon stepped forward and backhanded the man.
“What do you think you are doing, Renald? This isn’t some common wench. This is my cousin and you will show her respect!” Searon said.
“She’s a wraith, sire,” Renald said softly. “Her kind is forbidden.”
Then Angeline saw the fear in the old vampire’s eyes. She had no idea what the wraiths had been like in her great-great-great-grandfather’s time, but if they could instill fear in a vampire, they must have been horrible.
“Look at her. She’s in complete control.” Searon said with pride in his voice. “The Robart blood is stronger than any demon. I should have known that it has always been my destiny to rule.”
So Searon hadn’t known that his mother was Alair’s daughter either, Angeline thought.
“I have no doubt that my father will see that this is all extenuating circumstances and will pardon her. Especially as it was his desire to have an audience with her that started all of this.”
The gnawing in her stomach was getting worse. If they didn’t stop talking soon, she was going to lose that control that Searon was so glowingly speaking of. As if on cue, Connor was there.
“I can prepare the princess’s food,” he said. “If you don’t disagree, m’lord, I would like to offer my services as the princess’s personal guard. I have been formally trained in your father’s service, of course, and can also prepare the princess for her audience with the Master.”
He was trying to stay close to her. Angeline was trying to decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Now that Searon knew her lineage was interconnected with his, he seemed to be more interested in her well-being. She wasn’t sure if she should speak on Connor’s behalf or not.
“Volunteering to be a lady servant now, Connor?” Searon said, sneering.
“It is my fault that the lady suffers the sentence she does now,” Connor said. “Perhaps the Master will look more favorably on me if she acts in accordance with our traditions and rites.”
Angeline wasn’t sure, but she thought that she saw a meaningful glance pass between Connor and Searon. She didn’t think that the two liked each other at all, but there seemed to be some kind of understanding. But every minute that clicked by brought a new wave of hunger that was getting stronger by the minute.
“I am not opposed if that is what is troubling you, m’lord,” Angeline said. Her fingers twitched near her stomach. “I am angry with Connor, but my father always taught me to listen when someone who had done a wrong wished to make it right. Especially if it was of benefit to the kingdom.” She felt like she was babbling, so she forcibly shut her mouth to stop from saying anything else.
Searon looked from her to Connor and back again several times. She could see that he was weighing everything that he heard, and searching for anything that he may not have heard. She didn’t understand why, but she sensed that being associated with Connor was something that she would have to overcome during the time that she spent with the coven. For all of his knowledge and gentle nature, he appeared to be the black sheep.
“I won’t deny my lady anything that she wishes,” he finally said. “She is looking peaked, Connor. I suggest you hurry with her meal before Caspian attempts to truss her up again.”
Angeline saw the old vampire across the clearing suddenly stop yelling at the soldiers and blink at them. Although his mouth curled in a defiant glance, he said nothing.
So Searon holds a great deal of power,
she thought.
“Thank you, m’lord,” she said. “I have no wish to displease your father. And the sooner I can continue my journey to my father the better. I am so worried about him.”
Those words seemed to resonate as she watched Searon’s features soften. “That would be a great tragedy if you didn’t get to say goodbye. I will do whatever I can to help you.” He stepped closer and squeezed her upper arm.
Angeline was alarmed to see that the desire that she thought would have dissipated once he found out they shared a family connection was still there. She took a small step back to loosen his grip and smoothed her skirt to leave the sphere of his closeness.
“You are too kind,” she said, bowing ever so slightly. She didn’t want to do anything that could be construed as encouraging his behavior, but the line was so slight that she knew she risked failing. And although she couldn’t see his face, she could feel Connor’s anger. But she understood it more with every moment.
Searon was the “prince” of the coven. His father was Master, and in the event his father ever died, Searon would be Master. Connor, although he had a father who was high-ranking in the coven and a favored of the Master, was still nothing more than the equivalent of a nobleman. And from the sounds of it, an insolent nobleman at that. Angeline would have to tread very lightly.
Moments later a plate appeared before her. On it were lightly cooked pieces of rabbit meat. Angeline took the plate and turned away so that they couldn’t see her shove the still warm pieces into her mouth. Although the meat wasn’t nearly as tasty as the blood she had consumed earlier, she could tell that the little bit was calming her nerves. Altogether too soon, the meat was gone. There was still a slight yearning inside her, but it was tolerable.
Just then she felt a rush of warm breeze brush her cheek.
“They’ve breached the barrier!” Caspian yelled.
Connor’s arms wrapped around her and then they were airborne. Connor landed on the ledge of the eye for just a second and then they were sailing upward again. They landed heavily on the edge of the cliff. Angeline could see Searon’s soldiers below running every which way in the clearing shrieking and swatting at unseen hands.
“We need to run,” Connor said. “I plucked a place out of Caspian’s mind that should be safe. I think we can reach it before daylight. Follow me.”
Connor turned and ran, becoming a blur of light. Angeline took a deep breath and hurried after him.
The last few hours had been some of the most difficult since Connor had entered the afterlife. Seeing Searon with Angeline had twisted his stomach, and then seeing Alair Robart’s spirit attempt to kill her had made him feel like his insides were being ripped out. He was teetering between trying to stay on Searon’s good side and trying to protect Angeline. And he felt like he was failing on all counts.
He reached out his mind as he and Angeline raced away from Caspian’s supposedly safe haven and ran into a huge block of swirling anger and frustration. The spirits were doggedly looking for Angeline among the vampires in the clearing. Somehow they hadn’t realized yet that she wasn’t there. That was good. It would give them a head start if the spirits decided to brave the rotten bogs of Mangalore in order to pursue her. And there were far worse things in the bogs of Mangalore than soul-ripping spirits.
Connor was more afraid than he could remember being in his entire existence, alive or undead. And it all came back to Angeline. He would keep her safe if it meant him dying, which would perhaps finally give him the kind of death he had always wanted. Wasn’t it noble to die protecting the ones you cared about?
He saw on the horizon that they didn’t have much more time. They needed to find cover. According to the image that he had found in Caspian’s wayward thoughts, the hidden cellar was close by. Caspian used it whenever his travels into the bog took him further than anticipated.
“Here,” he said, pointing to a slight rise in the earth. They both stopped and he started digging around in the dirt and finally found the crevice that indicated the door. Angeline helped him quickly rub the dirt away from the wood, and he saw that it was a door roughly three feet wide and about five feet high. In the center was a brass ring that looked old and tarnished. He grabbed onto it and pulled. The door stuck for a moment, and then the hinges squealed as it gave way and opened.
“Ladies first,” he said as he pointed inside. The only thing he could see were several stone steps leading down into the darkness. “Look for a lantern on your way down, although your eyes should adjust quickly.”
Angeline nodded. Gracefully she stepped into the hole and then went down the stairs. Connor looked around and scanned with both his eyes and his mind. He couldn’t sense anyone else out there. He wondered if Caspian or Searon had made it out of the clearing alive. But then he realized that he didn’t really care. Angeline was safe for the moment, and that was all that mattered.