something more than human, but it was good. And she had a purpose to fulfill.
“There are others like me—changed against their will,” Niko said. “If what you say is true … you can help them?”
“Just as I have with you. I suppose that is what I am meant to do. Why I am on this Earth.”
She let out a sigh mixed with resignation and frustration. Although she had accepted it completely, she still didn’t know how she would accomplish this task she’d been given.
Chapter 16
Jordan leaned his elbows on the thick slab of stone they used as a table and pressed his forehead against his hands. His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply, trying to control his temper.
“She didn’t give either of you the spell?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Neither Deimos nor Inga answered him at first.
His son had avoided him for weeks, blaming him for the death of Eris. Jordan vaguely remembered what it was like to lose a mother, but he thought his son was beyond those weak emotions. Because he wasn’t, Jordan wanted little do with him right now. He’d been sickened and frustrated with his own grief for Eris; he didn’t need another reminder staring him in the face.
Inga had come back just this morning, responding immediately to his summons.
“I hadn’t talked to her for years,” she finally said. “You both kept me out of this, remember? You said my magick wasn’t good enough for you.”
Jordan responded with a snarl. “I thought you at least knew something. Had some kind of value.”
Inga’s only answer was a pout.
“She refused to tell me everything,” Deimos said. “I know all but one ingredient and I don’t know the incantation. But Father, you really do need to go. You’ve ignored the Ancients’ summons long enough.”
“I know!” Jordan growled. He slammed his fist onto the table, cracking the stone in half and making Inga yelp.
He’d avoided answering the Ancients for two days, which was two days too long. The pain in his gut from the magickal pull had become relentless. When he answered their summons, though, he wanted to be able to request more blood from Zardok. But if the old vampyre knew they couldn’t recreate the potion, he’d never give it. He was running out of time. If he waited much longer, the agony would overcome even him.
Jordan felt a small hand on his shoulder. He looked over at Inga who looked back at him with wide blue eyes.
“What?” he demanded.
“Let me take care of you before you go,” she said. With a snort of disgust, or perhaps jealousy, Deimos left the house.
The thought of bedding Inga was enticing—she’d yet to lose her youthful looks and sumptuous body—but Jordan didn’t want everything that came with it.
“Why’d you even come here?” he asked. “You knew what I wanted and you didn’t have it. Why are you bothering me?”
She blinked and he watched as her throat worked to swallow.
“With Eris gone … ” she started and stammered. “I mean … I thought … I love you, Jordan. I just want to be with you. That’s all I ever wanted.”
Exactly what he didn’t want. Love. What a deception. Nobody truly loved. It was just a bothersome word, full of dishonesty that often fooled the one using the word as much as the one hearing it. It destroyed more often than not, wreaking havoc on people’s lives. He wondered if His Lord had created this word.
Inga pushed her hand across his back and to his other shoulder and wrapped her other arm across his front, embracing him. She leaned in to press her lips against his cheek, a soft touch of tenderness, not passion. Part of him ached for her, the part that felt her soft breasts rubbing against his bicep. No, not her. He craved almost any woman at this point. But definitely not her and all she would expect from him. He shoved her aside, so hard she fell to the floor.
She looked up at him, her eyes watery and pleading. “I will do anything for you, Jordan. There are many ways I can help you. Whatever you need. Whenever you need it. I may not be as magickally powerful as Eris, but—”
“Exactly. I have no need for you. Be gone, woman!”
She flinched and her lower lip trembled. He thought he would hit her if she cried, but she disappeared just as the first tear fell. With an angry exhale, Jordan pulled himself together before flashing north.
Jordan entered the dark, fire-lit room, prepared with an argument for Zardok. He wasn’t prepared, however, for the number of people in the circular cavern—every throne was filled and more stood by the fires. One of the cloaked figures rose from a throne and dropped his hood. Eris’s father. Jordan sucked his breath. He’d forgotten about him.
“Did she tell you the incantation?” Jordan blurted, too excited to control himself. Surely she’d shared it with her father and the sorcerer was powerful enough to make it work … unless, for some reason, he mourned his daughter’s death. Jordan didn’t think it possible, but he’d stopped trying to figure out the Ancients a long time ago.
“Of course not,” the sorcerer sneered. “She was smart enough to know sharing it would make her dispensable. Unfortunately, she wasn’t smart enough to overcome her own vanity. Stupid woman, drinking what she knew would poison her.”
“Do you plan to help me recreate it?” Jordan asked.
“We already have our best witches working on it.”
Jordan’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared. He didn’t like the idea of others working on his potion.
“You, Jordan, have more important things to worry about,” Zardok said from his throne. He rose, pushing the naked brunette off his lap and wiping his mouth with his thumb and forefinger. She slipped into the shadows and a dark shape licked the blood trickling down her breast. “Your sister.”
Jordan’s eyes snapped back to Zardok. “Yes. I thought I would give her time, let the potion take full effect, then retrieve her.”
The vampyre chuckled. “Retrieve her? I do not think you understand the gravity of the situation.”
“You won’t be able to retrieve her,” the sorcerer said. “She will never be ours. The Angels have permanently tainted her.”
Jordan pressed his lips together. He’d come to realize this already, but he’d been holding onto the hope that the Daemoni qualities would overpower whatever the Angels did to her.
“They have claimed her and her descendants,” Zardok added. “And now we have a problem. It’s a small one right now, but if you don’t do something about it, it will grow. And it’s your problem, Jordan.”
Jordan peered at him and lifted an eyebrow in question.
“We are losing our own to her,” Zardok said.
Growls and hisses sounded around the room. Jordan’s eyes darted to Zardok’s face.
“She’s converting your new troops. She’s taken Niko back. He’s brought her more. We’re losing their souls, Jordan,” Zardok said. “You must stop her.”
Anger welled in Jordan’s chest, but he just nodded. “I can take care of it. I just need a couple of men.”
“You can choose the men you take, except for Deimos,” the sorcerer said. “If you fail, we’ll still have him.”
“I won’t fail.”
“You should hope not,” Zardok said. “Because if she and hers don’t kill you, we will.”
“I said I can take care of it,” Jordan growled. “She’s just my sister. I am still far more powerful than she is.”
“So be it,” Zardok said. “Take care of it. Even if it means killing her.”
“Of course,” Jordan said with a slight bow to the Ancients.
