Lothaire

47

Elizabeth collapsed to the ground, her body limp. Hours seemed to tick by as Lothaire—and Dorada—waited for her to wake. Waiting . . .

At last, she rose, shooting upright in a rush, anxiously patting her chest. “Saroya’s gone?” Elizabeth faced him. “Ah, God, she’s gone!”

Lothaire’s jaw slackened as he gazed upon her, taking in her radiant skin and vivid eyes. Those lips shaped like a bow . . .

Before, her allure had tantalized him. Freed of Saroya, his female was irresistible.

The being inside Elizabeth must have diluted his need for her. Now it was as if the fierce desire and protectiveness he’d felt for her had been multiplied exponentially.

Then injected straight into his heart.

My Bride. This was what everyone spoke of.

Elizabeth’s face . . . as if a stained-glass window had shattered to let pure light shine in; she was ablaze with utter beauty—

“Kill her, Lothaire,” Dorada said.

Fighting her control, he made his tone scornful. “Why would I bother? You’ve taken Saroya from me.”

“In case this mortal is your actual Bride.”

Before, his own vows had chained him—now that he was freed of them, he felt more powerful than he’d ever been. Elizabeth was a beacon focusing everything inside him. “I will never harm her. And you know I can’t lie.”

“I suspected she was your Bride. Now I command you to kill her.”

“I don’t give a fuck, sorceress.” The only thing stronger than Dorada’s hold over him? Elizabeth’s hold on me. “You can’t compel me to hurt her. You’re not fully healed, and you’ve just debilitated yourself to kill a goddess. I will fight you till neither of us has any strength left to hurt Elizabeth.”

“I will make this simple,” Dorada snapped. “You kill her. Or I will force you to kill yourself.”

He laughed. “Then make it slow for me, súka. I like foreplay.”

“Slow, Lothaire? I have all the time in the world to watch you peel your skin from your body.”

“No!” Elizabeth rushed to stand protectively in front of him. “Please don’t do this, Dorada!”

The sorceress didn’t even acknowledge her. “I want you to remove your flesh like a shirt, vampire. I’ll make one of my beasts wear it till it rots from his body.”

“You are the one who dresses them in . . . skin?” Elizabeth swallowed repeatedly, like she’d be sick.

“Start with your neck, Enemy of Old,” Dorada said. The Wendigos eased their ghastly bodies to the floor, settling in for a show—and his remains.

He found his own claws slicing his skin at his neck. Can’t stop myself. . . .

“Wait!” Elizabeth cried. “Why not bargain with us?”

“You dare address me?” Dorada swung her creepy one-eyed gaze on Ellie.

“We have something you want,” she said, having no idea what she was doing.

Between the Wendigos, this mummy lady, Lothaire’s confession, and Saroya’s exorcism, her mind was so opened it’d nearly cracked wide.

Still she was trying to hold it together to save her vampire. “Lothaire’s accounting book of blood debts. Just stop with the mutilation for a minute, and let me tell you about it.”

Dorada waved at Lothaire to stop, then addressed her. “Explain.”

“There are thousands of debts. He’s worked forever on this. In exchange for lettin’ both of us live and troublin’ us no more, we’ll give you . . . half of the book.”

“And who is in debt? Lorean dregs?” Dorada unraveled a length of gauze, peeked at the seeping wound beneath, then sighed. “Weak-willed immortals?”

Ellie shook her head. “We’ve got kings, queens, gods. Good ones too—the ones you’ve got no hold over.” Making her voice stern, she said, “But you can’t be forcin’ Lothaire to hand it over just because he’s evil and you can control him like a Muppet. This has got to be an even trade.”

Dorada blinked her eye. “Why must it be?”

Good question. Think, Ellie, think! “For you to collect on these debts, they have to be willingly, uh, bestowed upon you.” That sounded logical. “If you take away his free will and steal the blood vows, they won’t be worth the paper they’re scribbled on.”

To Lothaire, Dorada said, “You may speak. Does this book exist?”

Ellie had expected him to roar over this, refusing to trade his life’s work.

Instead, he’s gazing at me as if with . . . awe.

“The book is exactly as my Bride says.” Lothaire-speak. The book part was, but the free-will part wasn’t.

Dorada canted her head, sending glossy waves of hair tumbling over lifeless strings. “I would choose my own debtors, decide the division.”

“If you grant me the use of the ring,” Lothaire said, “I’ll give you the entire thing.”

Ellie gasped. “That ring is nothin’ but trouble. It’s dangerous!”

“You have no idea,” Dorada muttered. “I bear it, but I use it no more.”

“Then there’s no reason not to lend it to me, sorceress!”

Ellie shook her head sadly. “No, Lothaire.”

His voice rising in volume with each word, Lothaire said to Dorada, “Now that we’re in negotiations, and you have the ring—I’d like to be able to fucking move again!”

Another wave from Dorada, and he was freed.

He grabbed Ellie’s arms. “I must have this power. Lizvetta, you must be made a vampire. And though I’m elated that Saroya is gone, the Horde crown disappeared with her. I’m not going to shelve my ambitions like a goddamned board game.”

“Please, we’ll figure that out together,” Ellie said, but he was unmoved. “What if there are more vows you’re hiding that I don’t know about?”

“There are none. Trust me on this.”

“I’ve been trusting you, and I’ve almost died twice tonight because of you.”

He winced. But still he told Dorada, “Allow me the use of the ring until tomorrow at midnight, and the book is yours.”

Dorada briefly closed her eye, going silent. “Bring it to me,” she finally told Lothaire. “If it is as your mortal says, then I will bargain with the ring.”

On the periphery of the room, the Wendigos chuffed, as if pissed they wouldn’t get a kill.

Overriding Ellie’s further protests, Lothaire retrieved the book from his safe, displaying it for Dorada. The sorceress’s eye lit up. The two of them made their vows.

Lothaire’s ledger, freely given, would buy twenty-four hours with the Ring of Sums. After which, she would return for the ring here.

With a pointed expression, Dorada slipped it off and handed it over. “This time I’ll keep my thumb, Enemy of Old.”

And when Lothaire surrendered his priceless accounting book to Dorada, he did it without a second glance.

Because his gaze was rapt on Ellie.