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“I have sworn an oath to be Death’s Warrior, and I will not be forsworn.”
“You have already been forsworn once. What does one more time matter?”
“I will not be forsworn ever again!” Kalona’s anger caused the air around them to stir with the cold power of moonlight. Mist lifted from his brother’s sun-blessed body as it flowed over the heat of his golden wings.
Erebus shook his wings and the mist was burned away. “As always, you think only of yourself,” he sneered at Kalona.
Kalona shook his head in disgust. “What would Nyx say if she heard you bartering terms for an old woman’s life?”
Erebus snorted. “You speak to me of one old woman’s life? How many women, old and young, have you destroyed during the eons of your banishment?”
“Nyx does not know you are here.” Kalona turned his back to his brother. “I have been banished. I am an oath breaker. And yet I am wise enough to know that should she find out, your Goddess would despise what you are doing.”
“My Goddess despises you!”
Kalona didn’t watch him leave. The absence of his heat and his malice was proof enough that Erebus had returned to the Otherworld Realm.
Silently, Kalona continued to stare across the space to the balcony. It wasn’t long before Thanatos joined him on his vigil.
“The circle is open. The spell is cast. Now all we can do is wait,” Thanatos said.
“And watch,” Kalona agreed, adding silently to himself,
He felt the protective spell being cast and knew what it meant. Without hesitation, Aurox rushed into the elevator and pushed the button to the penthouse. “Hurry! Please hurry!” he shouted at the closed doors.
Aurox froze. Panicked he slowed his breathing.
He released a long sigh of relief, and with new confidence stepped within the slick marble entry hall. The scent of Neferet’s blood was thick in the air. For a moment Aurox didn’t understand. Had Grandma Redbird managed to wound the Priestess?
Then he heard laughter and the familiar rustling sounds the tendrils of Darkness made when they fed. He also heard the terrible moans of a woman in pain. Stealing himself, Aurox drew courage from the infilling of the elements, and he moved quickly and quietly into the main living area of the penthouse suite.
Aurox had thought he was prepared for what he would see. He’d known Neferet had caged Grandma Redbird in Darkness. He’d known she’d be frightened and hurt. It was so much worse than he’d imagined. He spared Grandma only a glance—met her pain-filled eyes for only an instant. It was Neferet on whom he focused his attention.
She seemed to not even know he was there. She was lounging on the large black sectional that formed the shape of a half circle. Her arms were spread, palms up, and she was laughing. Tendrils of Darkness were all around her, seething over the cushions and writhing against one another in their haste to reach Neferet’s bleeding wrists to feed. When one mouth would unlatch from her skin, another would take its place. Aurox watched as the bloated tendril slithered to the cage that held Grandma where it joined others of its kind who were steadily slicing the old woman skin with the same razor-edged whip marks from which Kalona had so recently healed. Aurox knew Grandma would not be so fortunate.
He strode to Neferet and dropped to his knees before her. “Priestess! I have returned to you!”
Her head had lolled back. At the sound of his voice, Neferet lifted it. She squinted at him, as if she was having a hard time focusing, and then her eyes widened in recognition. Belying the lethargic appearance of her body, in one swift motion Neferet grasped a newly fed tendril and hurled it at Aurox. The snake-like creature hit him in the middle of his chest, slicing through his shirt and ripping his skin.
“You are late!” Neferet shouted at him.
Aurox did not flinch. “Forgive me, Priestess! I became confused. I could not find my way back to you.” Aurox recited the excuse he had decided Neferet would be most likely to believe.
Neferet sat up straighter, brushing the tendrils gently from her wrists and clucking to them soothingly as if they were beloved children.
“You ignored my command. I had to sacrifice to claim control of the beast, and still you failed me.” She hurled another tendril at him. It cut a red ribbon across Aurox’s bicep.
The pain multiplied. The beast felt it and began to stir. Aurox closed his eyes and pictured the glowing circle, imagining it surrounding him with its protective glow.
The beast reluctantly quieted.
Strengthened, Aurox opened his eyes and beseeched Neferet, “I did not ignore your command! It was the casting of the circle and the invocation of Death that caused my failure. Priestess, I cannot describe to you the influx of Light and power that Thanatos called forth. It affected the beast. I could not call it forth!”
“But I could, and even after that you failed to destroy Rephaim and to break the circle.” Neferet flung yet another tendril at him. This one did not simply cut him. It wrapped around his neck and began feeding from him.
Still, Aurox did not flinch but inside him, the beast roared, though the sound was drowned in a cool rush of water and blown away with a powerful gust of air.
“That was the fault of Dragon Lankford. He was protecting Rephaim,” Aurox said, holding his body very still as Darkness continued to feed from him.
Neferet shook her head in irritation. “Dragon shouldn’t have been there. I thought Anastasia’s death had broken him. Sadly, I was mistaken.” She sighed. “I still do not understand why you didn’t kill Rephaim
“It was as I said, Priestess. The spell did something terrible to me. I was not myself. I had no control over the beast. After it gored the Sword Master I could not force it to remain and finish Rephaim. It ran, and I could not stop it. It was only today that I finally returned to my senses. The instant I was myself again I made my way back to you.”
Neferet frowned. “Well, it isn’t as if you had much sense to return to. I suppose I must expect this type of thing. Imperfect sacrifice—cracked Vessel,” she muttered more to herself than to Aurox. “Well, it has not ended so badly,” Neferet spoke to him again. “You did put an end to Dragon Lankford’s annoyingly honorable life. You did not stop the reveal ritual, and because of that I have been shunned by the Vampyre High Council, but I have decided that I do not mind that so very much. Not when I have local humans and my own little group of vampyres to play with.” She leaned forward and offered Aurox her blood-spattered hand. “So, you are forgiven.”
Aurox took her hand and bowed his head over it. “Thank you, Priestess.”
The tendril that had been feeding from his neck detached its dark maw, dropped onto Neferet’s hand, and slithered up her arm to curl next to her bosom.
“Actually, your return has given me a thought. Dragon Lankford was almost completely broken by his mate’s death. Pathetic, really, and weak, to allow someone to have that much control over your emotions. But, no matter. Dragon was mature and wise, yet still Anastasia’s death nearly destroyed him. Zoey Redbird is neither mature nor wise. When Kalona so stupidly killed her human, she shattered and I was almost rid of her.” Neferet tapped her blood-besmeared finger against her red lips. Her gaze went from him to the corner of the room where Sylvia Redbird hung in an ever-tightening cage of Darkness. “Sylvia, can you imagine how devastated your poor, sweet
Grandma Redbird’s voice was weak and laced with pain, but she spoke with no hesitation. “Zoey is stronger
