Demon from the Dark
(The tenth book in the Immortals After Dark series)
Kresley Cole
I'm on a man-fast. Why bother with them? The good ones are always taken. Or they're weirdly uninterested in a capricious wild child with continuous legal problems.
My enemies have deemed me fearless. 'Tis no compliment. The only males who know no fear are the ones who have nothing to lose.
Glossary of Terms
from
THE LIVING BOOK OF LORE
* Most are immortal and can regenerate from injuries. The stronger breeds can only be killed by mystical fire or beheading.
* Their eyes change with intense emotion, often to a breed-specific color.
* Mystical mercenaries who sell their spells.
* Separated into five castes: warrior, healer, enchantress, conjurer, and seeress.
* Led by Mariketa the Awaited.
* A multinational mortal operation created to study—and exterminate—immortals.
* Thought to be an urban legend.
* Demons poisoned with vampire blood who retain the traits of both species.
* Previously thought to be truly mythical; considered abominations by most in the Lore.
* Strongest of any sentient immortal being.
* Colloquially known as
* Two warring factions, the Horde and the Forbearer Army.
* Each vampire seeks his
* A Bride will render his body fully alive, giving him breath and making his heart beat, a process known as
* A kind of mystical checks-and-balances system for an ever-growing population of immortals.
* Occurs every five hundred years. Or right now ...
Chapter 1
Malkom Slaine gazed over at his best friend, Prince Kallen the Just, wishing he had a better answer for him, anything to ease the apprehension in Kallen's eyes.
As the vampire guards shoved them along, deeper into their stronghold, Malkom suspected death might be welcome before the night was out.
'The rumors are likely untrue,' he lied, putting up a renewed resistance as the dozen guards forced them down a flight of stone steps. But his bonds were mystical; Malkom was unable to teleport or break free.
At the base of the stairs lay a subterranean chamber with an ornate throne on a dais. Though the floor was of packed earth, the walls were hung with rich silks and tapestries. Rare crystal and glass adorned the room.
At once, Malkom began analyzing every inch of the area for an escape. Ahead, a pair of winded demon slaves stood beside a freshly dug grave. More guards lined the walls, with swords at the ready. In the back, a black-robed sorcerer worked at a vial-cluttered table.
Kallen muttered, 'Can you see a way out of this?'
Normally, Malkom could. Without fail, he figured his way out of seemingly impossible predicaments. 'Not as of yet.'
The guards shoved Kallen and Malkom to their knees before the grave.
'Ronath will pay for this once I get free,' Kallen grated. Ronath the Armorer was a seasoned warrior, the strongest demon after Malkom. He'd once been Kallen's favored commander. 'The traitor will not see another night.'
'Twas Ronath who'd turned Malkom over to the vampires. Disastrous enough. But without Malkom's unwavering defense, Kallen's fortress had fallen just a week later. The Trothans' beloved prince had been captured.
Blinded by his hatred for Malkom—a slave turned commander—Ronath had unwittingly doomed Kallen and