“You’re not embarrassed that I’m a weak human?” he asked her. Because he knew, even if she wouldn’t admit it, that that’s how her people saw him. Would probably always see him.
She countered with a question of her own. “You’re not embarrassed that I’m a bloodthirsty fiend?” Even as she spoke, her gaze returned to the pulse at the base of his neck, which was hammering wildly. She licked her lips.
“Is my fiend thirsty now?”
“No,” she croaked, arms falling away. She stepped backward, adding distance between them.
“Liar,” he said, but didn’t push. She refused to drink from him because she didn’t want to turn him into a blood-slave. He understood, but he hated the thought of her beautiful mouth on anyone else.
They wouldn’t argue about it now, though. No time.
“Come.” Determined, she held out her hand. “The party is waiting.”
He twined their fingers and allowed her to usher him down the carpet, Riley trailing a few steps behind. The closer they got to the doors, the more noise Aden heard beyond them. But when they passed the thick metal arches, he realized there was no one in the hallway. There were only alabaster statues of people and animals and intricately carved chests, all open and empty. What were they for, then?
Beyond another set of doorways, however, was a ballroom brimming with vampires, their werewolf guards and humans. The vampires talked and laughed, the wolves, in animal form, prowled throughout, and the humans were again on the fringes, eagerly awaiting a summons.
The cobbled walls were black, the monotony broken by long, oval mirrors, and again, the only light source was the golden glow of candles. Above, the ceiling looked like a… He frowned. Sure enough. A cobweb. In the center of the web hung a chandelier. And that chandelier had legs that stretched up, as if a spider walked along the ceiling.
Someone spotted him, and conversations halted, the sudden silence interrupting his ogling. All heads turned to him. Aden shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Several minutes—an eternity—ticked by just like that. No one moving or speaking, just watching him, judging.
Should he do something? Say something?
They’d only ever been ruled by Vlad, he reminded himself. They were as clueless about this as he was. Not that he planned to rule them. He would figure a way out of this. Soon.
“Is he ready to see? To know?” someone muttered. Conversations started back up, the volume quickly rising. He thought he heard words like beast—maybe feast—and horde. Maybe bored.
“Should we wait until after the coronation?” someone else asked.
“Wait to see what?” he asked Victoria from the corner of his mouth.
She shifted uncomfortably, as he had done, and whispered, “They want to tell you about…they want you to know… Oh, this is difficult. I had hoped never to have to speak with you about this, but it was decided that, as king, you must know.”
“Know what?”
“That we are not…alone.”
Literally? ’Cause he could have figured that out on his own. Clearly they weren’t yet on the same page. “You want to explain what you mean?”
“No.”
“Do it anyway.”
She sighed. “There is…something with us.”
O-kay. Time to try another route. “If I’m going to…run things—” God, he couldn’t believe he was saying that, even just to get answers “—I need to know everything. So, let’s try this again. What something is with you?”
Twin pink circles bloomed on her cheeks. “This is so embarrassing, and you might run screaming from me once you find out.”
“I’ve seen you eat, and didn’t run screaming.”
“Yes, but this is worse.”
He didn’t give up. “I promise you, nothing could make me run from you,” he said, squeezing her hand. “And you know I like you, just as you are.”
“Well, hold on to that thought.” She gazed down at her feet and kicked out as if moving an invisible rock. “First, you should note that despite the familiar trappings you see here, whatever you thought you knew about vampires from your books and movies doesn’t come close to the truth.”
“So noted,” he said dryly.
Her eyes widened. “Can you be serious?”
“I’ll be serious if you relax.”
The pink tip of her tongue slipped out, sliding over her lips and leaving a sheen of moisture. Of course, she didn’t relax. “If you insist on knowing…”
“I do.”
“Then here it is. The truth. We are…more than bloodsucking vampires.” Her chin lifted stubbornly. Like her sister had done earlier, she practically dared him to protest. “There. Now you know.”
“Hardly. Explain.”Again she licked her lips, her mulish vibe giving way to a nervous energy. “Aden…”
“Victoria. Just say it. Rip the Band-Aid.”
Her shoulders sagged in defeat. “Very well. We are more than bloodsuckers because we have…we have monsters living inside us.”
Monsters? “Again. I don’t understand.”
“We are possessed—wait.” She shook her head, dark hair dancing over her shoulders. “I’ll explain a different way. But first, the good news.”
A stalling tactic, he knew, but he didn’t stop her.
“The designs you see on the walls? Well, we have them burned into our skin. All of us.”
“You have these marks?” He’d swum with her—and they’d only worn their undergarments—yet he didn’t remember seeing any marks on her. And he’d looked. Hard.
“Yes. I have them.”
“Where? And why?”
“On my chest. And they are…wards.”
He ignored the first part of her words because yeah, he wanted to stare at the area in question, and focused on the second. “Wards?” Aden blamed the pills for his inability to fit the pieces of this crazy puzzle together.
“As I said, we each have a monster inside us, and they are true beasts of nightmares. Humans would probably liken our condition to that of demon possession. Anyway, the wards in our skin keep those monsters contained inside us and quiet, rather than walking the earth.” Now she squeezed his hand. “Believe me, you never want to encounter one of these creatures. They are savage and brutal and crave the death of those we drink from. Destruction is all they know.”
He was quiet a moment, trying to absorb her words. “How did you get them? And do you have one inside you?”
As she started to reply, five men stepped forward to form a half-moon around him, each watching him expectantly. They clutched bejeweled goblets, thick red liquid swirling inside. Blood, no doubt. He smelled the coppery tang.
“You remember your council, I’m sure,” Victoria said, sounding relieved that their conversation about the monsters was over.
Not even a little. “Of course.” He met her gaze, silently telling her they’d be discussing those monsters again. Very soon. Then he turned back to the…councilmen, he supposed they were called. They were older, almost identical to each other with silver hair, strong builds and only slightly lined skin. Plus, their fangs were visible, poking from their lips.
Were they hungry? For him? If he’d had his wits about him, he might have been scared. No way could he fend off five determined vampires at once. Sure, his blades were anchored in his boots, as always, but those blades were useless against such creatures.
The only useful weapon he had was Vlad’s ring. Oh, yeah. He glanced down at his right hand and saw the opal winking in the light. He was suddenly grateful to Riley for insisting he wear it.
“Now that Victoria has explained about the beasts, let us move on to more pressing subjects,” one of the councilmen said. Before Aden could ask what could be more pressing than monsters, he continued, “There is much we must decide upon.”
“Where will you live, for one?” another said. “Here or with your humans?”
The rest jumped right in, peppering him with questions as briskly as Thomas had earlier.
“And if you are with your humans, how then will we call upon you when we need you?”
“Also, you must be introduced to our allies. When shall I set the meeting?”
“Also, you must choose a queen.”
“And you—”
“Give him a chance to catch up,” Riley barked, silencing them.
Aden was surprised when the men immediately bowed their head in agreement. Two even apologized. Riley was a guard, not a prince or a vampire at all, yet they’d obeyed him without rebuke. Very interesting.
“So, to answer your questions. I’ll live at the D and M Ranch, just as before,” he said, and all eyes returned to him. He traced his thumb over the ring. “I’ll meet your allies sometime next week—” this week was for the witches “—but it’ll have to be after school. Just let me know when, and I’ll be there.” Or here. Wherever. And who were their allies? As far as he’d known, the vampires and werewolves warred with everyone. “As for a queen, that will be Victoria.” No question. Not that he was ready to get married. Not that he’d be king for long.
Again, she squeezed his hand.
All five councilmen frowned at him. “You can’t simply pick the princess Victoria. You have yet to spend time with our other females,” one said.
“I don’t need to spend time with them,” he replied. “I won’t change my mind.”
“Complaints will be raised,” another said, irritated.
Aden shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“Fathers of eligible daughters will rebel, for they desire a chance, at the very least, to forge an alliance with the royal house. You don’t want to cause a rebellion so early in your reign, do you?” a third asked.
“No, but I—”
“Good, good. It’s settled, then.” Each of the five raised their goblets, smiling now.