I have such exciting news! I’m being sent out into the world, as an official observer for King Lothaire. I know you expressed concerns, but I dare not disobey an order from our regent!
I am beside myself with anticipation, and can’t wait to behold the otherlanders’ world—the splendor of its natural beauty and the nobility of its peoples.
Brother, my heart soars.
Please don’t worry about me as I set off on my mission. Such a request should prove next to impossible for my protective big brother, but try.
Your little sister is actually quite capable.
I have you to thank for that, for everything. Whatever would I do without my Mirceo?
I love you more than diamond-filtered sun,
Mina D
Her words had rained down more blows onto Mirceo’s already battered conscience. He should have taken time out of his busy schedule—being a fucking degenerate princeling—to escort her out into the world and teach her about it.
The degree of her innocence would likely get her killed. If other immortals or the plague didn’t annihilate her, then the mortals would.
This letter might be the last communication he ever had from her. She could already be . . . dead—
Lothaire and Elizabeth finally arrived, teleporting into their thrones.
Moments later, two burly guards appeared with a shackled and gagged Kristoff. Blood and bruises covered the Forbearer king’s face and bared chest. The guards had to hold him upright.
He looks even worse than I do.
“This one hasn’t surrendered to torture,” Lothaire told the court. “Understandable, since he shares my blood.”
Kristoff’s clear eyes flooded black with rage, promising revenge.
Lothaire turned to Mirceo. “You will drink my brother and harvest his memories to discover where they are hiding Kosmina.”
“Drink him?” The thought of piercing that male’s flesh made Mirceo nauseated again.
Whenever he’d passed out for a few moments, he’d continued to experience Caspion’s memories of hunts and adventures. With each one, Mirceo had fallen more and more in love with the bold, stalwart demon.
How could he pollute those memories with this strange male’s?
Plus Mirceo had given his word to Caspion that he’d keep his dick in his pants and his fangs in his mouth. Biting Kristoff meant putting Caspion out of reach forever.
But to save Mina . . . Tormented, Mirceo traced beside the prisoner, all but pleading to Kristoff, “If I drink you, I will harvest all of your memories—so just tell me what we want to know and save us the trouble.”
The gagged Forbearer king thrashed against the guards, a killing look in his eyes. He’d never cooperate.
Mirceo steeled himself. For Mina. Fangs bared, he leaned in. . . .
THIRTY-FOUR
Cas traced to Bettina’s chambers, finding her biting her nails and staring off into space.
Her eyes went wide at his appearance. “Cas! What happened between you and Mirceo?”
“It’s difficult to explain. Where is Trehan? I need to speak with him immediately.”
“I expect him any moment. But I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here when he shows.”
Cas held up the poster. “Kosmina’s truly missing?”
Bettina nodded. “Lothaire sent her from the kingdom—without Mirceo knowing.”
Cas’s claws elongated. “She’s my sister-by-fate!”
Gaze glinting, she said, “I know, Cas. I’m so sorry.”
He folded the parchment, returning it to his coat. “Mirceo must be going insane.” Cas’s mate had needed him that morning, and every moment since. He would never forget the pain in those gray eyes, Mirceo’s plea: Help me. Because I think . . . I think I’m losing my mind.
Yet Cas’s own insecurities had colored how he’d interpreted the vampire’s reaction. Mirceo’s words from another time echoed in his head: Perhaps you don’t lack faith in me. Perhaps you lack faith in you.
Cas had assumed Mirceo wanted away from him, never considering another explanation for the young male’s bewilderment.
Bettina said, “He’s not doing well.”
“You have no idea how protective he is of Mina. He raised her from when she was just a little girl. He even sensed she was in danger.”
“Trehan sensed my attack as it happened. I think Dacians possess a tiny bit of precognition.”
How could I have been so bloody stupid? The idea of Mirceo in pain, vulnerable . . . “Damn it, Tina, where is your husband? I must reach the Realm of Blood and Mist.”
She tentatively touched his arm. “Cas, Trehan probably won’t take you. He blames Mina’s continued plight on you.”
“Me?” Cas stared at her. Oh. “Because I destroyed the scry crystal.”
She nodded. “He pressured Mirceo to explain what happened to it. And since vampires can’t lie, the truth came out.”
Cas paced her chambers. “We don’t need the crystal. I will find her. The Forbearers likely took her.” After they’d failed with Mirceo . . .
“That was the working theory,” Bettina said. “But when the Dacianos launched an offensive on the Forbearer castle, they didn’t find her. And their seer can’t even scry Mina’s general vicinity.”
Cas frowned. “That bone roller would’ve been able to see Mina if the Forbearers had taken her.” Then who—? Cas stopped short. There was an entity that eluded seers . . . one that might have interest in a female vampire.
The Gaolers.
They didn’t just harvest criminals. They collected any threat to the Lore, including sick vampires. If Mina had been gone this long, she had to have left her mist, growing corporeal. Which meant she’d been vulnerable to otherland dangers.
Like the plague.
Cas had brought those collectors down upon New Orleans, the same place Mina had last been seen!
Trehan materialized into the room. All cool arrogance, he leveled his green eyes at Cas. “Precisely the demon I wanted to see.”
Cas’s muscles tensed, his chest bowing.
“I’d considered you a misguided whelp but not inherently flawed—until you committed such an idiotic act. If not for your reckless stupidity with the crystal, my niece would be safe in her home right now, instead of lost in a world she is woefully ignorant about.”
At best. And Cas had had the nerve to bust Mirceo’s ass for rashness? “You’re going to take me to Dacia.”
“You have no right to go there.”
Horns straightening with fury, Cas said, “My mate’s there. I have every right!”
“Yet you’ve been separated from him during the most painful trial he’s ever known?”
Cas’s gut clenched. “Are we going to do this again, leech? I’m much stronger than I was last time.” For centuries, the need for revenge against this male had shaped Cas. Finally they would finish what had been started so long ago!
Bettina hastily said, “Trey, he’ll go demonic to reach his mate—and he’s five hundred years older than he was before.”
Trehan wasn’t concerned whatsoever. “Presumably with hundreds more deaths under his belt? Then the whelp might present a modicum of challenge this time.”