me why I’m here.”
She wasn’t in the mood for more guilt. “I can keep your secret.”
“Atreus—”
“Atreus is losing his mind. He grows worse each day, each hour.”
Lore’s face grew tense. “Even so—”
“Bloody hell, Lore, you know me. You were like Sylvius’s big brother.”
He licked his lips. She could see the moment he decided to trust her. “Most of my pack escaped, but some were left behind. They are slaves or soldiers for the warlords and sorcerers. One by one, I’ve been bartering for their freedom.”
“Bartering?”
“You wear oil of roses. Where do you think it comes from?”
“Josef gave it to me before he left.”
“And where did he get it?”
Constance blinked, putting the pieces together. Doors. Keys. “It came from the outside world.”
“Like others before me, I’ve discovered the Castle residents have a taste for luxury goods.”
“Smuggling!”
Lore gave a low laugh. “Clothes and books and tobacco. Goods are cheap and plentiful out there.” He nodded toward the door. “So far, I’ve traded for a half dozen of my people. Shoes are popular. Cross- trainers.”
“Bribery works. It is more the outside of the Castle that is a problem.”
“Why?”
“Naturally enough, not everyone wants those in the Castle to escape, but I’ve arranged it so that my hounds guard the door. At certain times they leave. They can honestly say they haven’t seen me go in with gifts and come out with another hound.” He gave a sardonic smile. “It seems we are compelled to tell the truth in the outside world, the same as we must here.”
Constance hugged herself, considering what he’d said, and what she needed. “Lore,” she said, picking her words carefully. “Something has happened.”
He put his big hands on her shoulders, solid and comforting. “What?”
“The guardsmen have taken Sylvius.”
Shock blanched the hellhound’s face. He swore, spitting something in the hounds’ own tongue. Not sparing a single detail, Constance told him what had happened. Lore crouched to the floor, as if her news had robbed him of the strength to stand.
Constance knelt beside him. “I need your help.”
Lore closed his eyes. “Constance, no one can help Sylvius now. I wouldn’t pit my whole pack against Reynard and his men. They’re as strong as the most powerful demons.”
“I don’t need your hounds. I’ll do this myself. I just need your help leaving the Castle. Show me what to do when I get to the outside world. I’m sure it’s changed since I saw it last.”
Lore didn’t answer.
Constance searched his face. “Will you take me with you when you go?”
He looked away. “No.”
For a moment, she didn’t comprehend his words. It was the opposite of what her ears wanted to hear. She stared at him, astonished. “Why not? It’s such a little thing. A tiny favor!”
He shook his head. She gripped his arm until he turned back to her. “Why not?” He stood, backing away.
She rose as well, refusing to let him avoid her. “Tell me.”
He made a frustrated gesture. “Right now, you’re still as much a human as a vampire. Would you throw that away?”
“If I have to.”
His eyes grew dark with sorrow. “Didn’t you say that you were captured as soon as you rose from the grave? That you never fed?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m so weak.”
“Did none of the other vampires talk to you about this?”
Constance flinched. “I’m not one of them. They call me a mistake and won’t have anything to do with me. You know that.”
Lore hung onto the words a long moment, but he finally, reluctantly let them go. “If you cross the threshold, the bloodlust will overtake you. There’re humans everywhere out there.”
Constance shrugged, doing her best not to picture the moment. “So I will feed. That’s what vampires do, isn’t it?”
“The newly Turned don’t simply feed. They kill. They go mad with hunger. I’ve seen it. You’ll attack someone. You’ll tear them to shreds.”
“No.” Shaking her head, Constance struck him in the chest. The blow thumped, making Lore stagger back. “No, I won’t. You don’t understand. I have to get out.”
“You’ll be executed if you leave!”
“It’s not fair. I shouldn’t be a prisoner. I haven’t done anything wrong! I’m not a monster!”
But hadn’t becoming a monster been her plan? Constance trembled, angry and confused.
Lore took her hands in his. “It’s against the law to harm a human. The punishment is death. And that doesn’t even touch on how you will feel about what you’ve done.”
“You mean I’m trapped in here forever?”
“Could you kill someone? Not a guardsman. Not some-one intent on doing you harm. Just an ordinary person living their ordinary life. Could you do it?”
Doubt pooled in her gut. “I never thought I would kill them. I thought I would simply take some of their blood.”
“You’re such an innocent, Constance. And Atreus kept you that way. That was both good and bad.”
“I’m on my own now. I have to learn to fight for myself. I need to finish Turning.”
“Your life has been blameless, Constance. Would you give that up? The cost of power is always more than we expect. We pay with what’s closest to our hearts.”
She paused, turning over his words. “But I’m trying to
“Be careful how you bargain with destiny. You risk destroying the good it brings.”
“Spare me your cryptic hellhound prophecies!”
“It’s not a prophecy. It’s truth.”
“But if I were free ...”
“Freedom costs.” He gave a bitter laugh. “I barter for my people every chance I get. Someday I’ll pay with my life.”
Constance sank to the floor, sitting down before her legs gave out. She felt suddenly hollow, an eggshell with nothing inside.
Freedom cost. Hope came at a high price, too. She was really tired of being poor.
Chapter 9
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