Chapter 34
For the second day in a row, Gretchen and my dad declined to join us for lunch. I doubted they’d join us for dinner tonight, either. Hell, they’d pretty much confined themselves to their rooms. I’d give them another day before I tried to talk to them. Finding out that humans weren’t the dominant species on the planet was a big pill to swallow. Finding that out while being kept under an infamous vampire’s roof was an even bigger pill. At least Gretchen had quit her incessant screaming. Had to be grateful for the little things.
Another thing I was grateful for was that Szilagyi wasn’t carving into Marty anymore. I linked through the manacles to check on him several times a day, and while Szilagyi still had him restrained in that nondescript concrete room, he seemed to mostly ignore Marty. Vlad must’ve been right. Szilagyi was keeping Marty so he could use torturing him as a way to make me give in to his demands, but as long as I linked to Marty instead of the puppet master, he never knew when I was watching.
Eventually, Szilagyi would figure out why I hadn’t tapped into him again. For now, he believed I didn’t know he had Marty, but he was clever. He’d piece it together, and once he did, it would be open season on my friend. I could only hope we’d find him before that.
I’d tried to distract myself by digging into the sweetest, flakiest baklava I’d ever tasted. Then Maximus appeared. If his lack of bowing wasn’t sufficient to indicate that something was wrong, one glance at his furious expression would’ve been enough.
“Lachlan’s group was attacked while searching the old abbey near Reghin,” he announced. “He and Ben were killed. The others are requesting assistance.”
Vlad’s chair upended from how fast he rose, and fire erupted from his hands. “This is the second time Szilagyi’s men have attacked on my territory. It will be the last.”
I stood, too, but in shock. “Ben, as in my friend Ben?”
Maximus shot me a single pitying glance. “Yes.”
Denial made me argumentative. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would Ben be out searching for Szilagyi? He’s human!”
“He was training to become a vampire. Observing my men while they were on a scouting mission was good experience for him,” Vlad replied shortly.
Was. Past tense. Somehow that drove the reality home more than Maximus’s words. Ben, the cute, curly-haired boy who’d helped save my life by keeping his cool in a crisis, was dead. My lunch turned to rocks in my stomach.
Vlad wasn’t suffering from denial over this news. “Maximus, you’re coming with me,” he stated. “Leila, don’t leave the house for any reason. I’ll return soon.”
He gave me a brief, fierce kiss before striding away. If I hadn’t gotten so used to touching him, that would’ve been that. I would’ve kept my right hand glued to my side and I never would’ve seen him again. But that hand grazed him during our kiss, and while he walked away, images flashed across my mind in full color yet hazy clarity.
I strode through a crumbling abbey located in the cleft of a mountain that seemed to crouch over it. My knives were splattered with crimson and the angry scent of smoke emanated from me. The fight was over, but I wasn’t leaving until I’d searched every inch of these ruins. Szilagyi might have left a clue to his whereabouts. If not, I had other avenues to pursue.
“Take that one back to the house,” I ordered, flashing a genial smile at the prisoner struggling in Maximus’s arms. “We’ll see what information he has.”
Before Maximus could reply, a tremendous shudder shook the abbey, followed by the flash of flames and a deafening roar. Szilagyi rigged this place to explode was my first thought, followed instantly by Doesn’t the fool remember that I’m immune to fire? But then the earth opened up in great cracking chasms, dragging me and the others down while the roof collapsed on top of us.
When the roaring and shaking increased, I realized the rest of Szilagyi’s trap. He hadn’t only set explosives in and under the abbey—he’d detonated the mountain above it, too. Rage and disbelief filled me. No. I couldn’t die like this.
I tried to pull myself out, but the earth shook so violently I could find no purchase and it was too congested to fly. Then multiple tons of rock landed upon me as the mountain rained down, pinning me with gargantuan pressure before tearing my body apart from their weight and velocity.
I came out of the vision with pain still arcing through every limb. That didn’t stop me from running out of the dining room and down the hall. At the end of that long, gothic expanse, the front doors were open and Vlad was between them, the sunlit backdrop of a beautiful winter day highlighting his frame in ethereal white.
“Stop!” I shouted as loud as I could.
“He rigged the abbey and the mountain?”
A short laugh escaped Vlad. I didn’t see anything funny about it. In fact, I was still shaking from reliving his death.
“Yes. This whole attack is designed to bring you there and then kill you.”
He stroked his jaw. Sunshine played across half his face while darkness etched the side turned away from the windows. He was a kaleidoscope of light and shadows, much like the startling contrasts of his personality, and while he’d never looked more vibrant or fierce, I still had to keep from running my hands over him to reassure myself that he was whole—and to make sure that I’d truly changed his future from that horrible fate.
“Szilagyi knows I’d come to assist my men. He must’ve planned this for weeks to have sufficient charges to bring down the mountain.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Gotta love an evil mastermind.”
Vlad came over to me. He’d sat me down in the library when I kept screaming about how he’d die if he left. In hindsight, I should’ve been calmer in my warning. If he thought I was having an antiquated case of feminine hysterics over him going into regular danger, he might have ignored me and gone anyway.
He knelt in front of my chair, a smile flitting across his lips. “You’re not prone to hysterics of any kind. That’s why I listened when you said to stop.”
Then he rose, going to the door. “Maximus!”
The blond vampire appeared at once. From his hard expression, he’d overheard everything.
“Take Shrapnel and four others to the abbey,” Vlad stated. “Only one of you is to enter at a time to secure prisoners or collect our dead, and be conspicuous about who. You’re being watched, but Szilagyi won’t detonate the charges if he sees that I’m not there. He can only bring down the mountain once.”
Maximus bowed to Vlad, but he stared at me while he did it, and the emotion in his gaze was unsettling. Then he left, and when Vlad turned back to me, his expression was harshly amused.
“I never thought a woman would come between us, but you might. If Maximus wasn’t loyal to the last drop of blood in his body, I’d kill him for how he looks at you.”
His tone was casual, but once again, I didn’t know if he was using a figure of speech or being serious.
“He’s just grateful that you’re not going to die today.”
A brow rose. “You think this is the only time he’s stared at you that way?”