“One, because Morgana keeps visiting me in a realm she hates. Two, because I keep surviving the visits. . . .”
Within minutes, Bettina had been transformed. She wore a cropped, sleeveless top of gold mesh, with slightly thicker mesh to cover her breasts. Her skirt matched, slit up the sides, to show off her jeweled garters and silky thigh-highs.
Her mask was made of bold jade-green feathers that jutted up like small wings well past her head. Her thick hair had been wrapped around her diadem, holding it in place.
“Well?” Bettina asked.
“You are pensive, and it affects your looks. You’re not exactly a great beauty anyway. Mouth too wide, cheekbones too sharp. You appear to your best advantage when you smile.”
Last night in the dark, her smile had made the vampire’s breath hitch.
Then Morgana’s words sank in. “Do I really
“Afterthought? Do you actually
“As if I ever could.”
“Do you remember what you told me when we were tucking your ribs back into your torso like little babes under a blanket?”
Bettina nearly retched. “I-I remember.” She’d promised them
“Everyone in the kingdom heard you shrieking like a banshee,” she continued. “Then
Morgana had scratched her with a toxin-dipped metal claw, and the world had gone blessedly black. . . .
Before an attack could seize her, Bettina hastened outside to the balcony, breathing deeply of the twilight air. She peered upward, some part of her expecting to feel the whoosh of wings at any moment. If she couldn’t trust her barrier spell . . .
Just when she’d begun backing off the balcony, Morgana joined her. “Still afraid they’ll come here for you?”
“Occasionally.”
“That’s not rational. There’s never been a Vrekener in Abaddon. Why would they chase you down?”
“Vrekeners never abandon their hunt.” Yes, she’d once been a mouse beneath a hawk’s talon, and she’d escaped. But she knew the hawk would never rest until it had recaptured its prey.
“How could they even reach this plane?” Morgana asked. “They can’t trace or create portals. They can’t simply fly
“There were rumors that the elders of the Vrekener clan vowed to end the killings after Eleara,” Morgana said in an inscrutable tone. “Didn’t you tell me that your attackers were an offshoot group, acting outside of orders?”
Bettina gazed down at her shaking hands. “I believed so.” Though Vrekeners condemned spirits, the four who’d targeted her had been drunken—and their violence had seemed . . . personal.
“Perhaps if Raum can actually eliminate them, you’d feel safer.”
For Bettina’s willing participation in the tournament, her godparents had made her promises. Raum would send a cadre of demons out to hunt down and secretly assassinate all of Bettina’s winged attackers—as yet, those Vrekeners remained untouchable. Morgana would locate and return Bettina’s power to her. The sorceress remained coy as to whether she’d retrieved it or not.
“I’ll feel safer once I get my power back.” Bettina had once been a
“It didn’t help you the first time.”
“No. But I would learn to control it better, would practice more. Have you located it?”
Morgana quirked a mysterious blond brow. “Don’t worry—you’ll have it before you wed.”
Bettina sighed, turning her attention to the rain forest beyond the city. Deep within those giant moon-raker trees, closeted in vines, was her folly—what used to be her favorite place in Rune. But since the attack, she’d avoided any place with trees.
It was almost worse that she could always see the forest from here, forever out of reach.
She trained her gaze far below. Thousands of demons and other Loreans had flocked to the streets, tossing confetti over the procession of combatants.
Brightly colored pavilions and tents circled Abaddon’s famed Iron Ring—an enormous stadium with a caged arena. A grandstand overlooked all. Bold standards hung limp in the still, humid city.
Bettina surveyed the procession, shuddering at many of the “suitors.” The pus demon wore rubber boots and gloves to catch the filth bubbling from his skin. A pair of Cerunnos slithered along the cobblestone streets, leaving sidewinder trails in the confetti. A crocodilae shifter went shirtless, the better to show off his speckled, platelike skin.
“Look at the males below.”
“Not
If the Lykae were the physically strongest breed of Lorean, the Sorceri were among the weakest.
Morgana frowned, then said, “Of course, I could
As the Queen of the Sorceri—both royal
Morgana wasn’t a beloved ruler, but she was content to be a dreaded one. “Alas, poisons are frowned upon in these matchups.” The Sorceri were famed toxinians. They didn’t necessarily make them, but they certainly utilized them.
“I don’t suppose you’ve finally stolen the power of foresight and have seen a good ending for this.”
“Foresight?” Morgana scoffed. “Never. Oracles go soft in the head. I’ll take my blind alleys and my sanity any day.”
“Surely you’re going to steer the course of this thing?”
“I cannot, by thought, action, or deed, affect the outcome of this tournament. But I did negotiate with Raum so that you would have some influence over the competition,” Morgana said. “There will be a lady’s choice round. Consider it a safety clause. Don’t ask what that entails, because I’ll say nothing more on the subject.”
Bettina’s question died on her lips.
“For gold’s sake, Bettina, you know I’ll never wed.” She flicked her fingers in a dismissive gesture. “I’m surprised that demonic wastrel you call friend hasn’t entered. Raum’s certainly for that.”
Really?
Oh, where was he? Bettina would have thought he’d be here to see her off. She didn’t spy him below