Blood Queen (Page 24)

"I am Pheligar’s son, Renegar," he smiled at me. "My mother is Kiarra." Renegar was as tall as his father—eight and a half feet. That was some accomplishment for Kiarra if she gave birth to a Larentii.

"Giving birth to a Larentii is quite an accomplishment," Renegar’s smile widened. "Grace and I have a child. His name is Graegar." Well, I was discovering that one of Grace and Devin’s eleven mates was Larentii. I wanted to smile or stand up and cheer or something.

"That’s a nice name," I said instead. "How old is Graegar?"

"He was taken back in time; therefore he is three hundred, now."

"Really? You’re going to have to be careful around me because I want to pester you with so many questions," I said. "I just want to warn you in advance."

"Lissa, you are talking and not eating," Karzac observed.

"Are we going to go a round or two?" I pointed my fork at him.

"Lissa isn’t afraid of Karzac," Dragon chuckled.

"Is Lissa afraid of anything? I saw those Ra’Ak exploding," Justin said. "I had no idea what was causing that."

"I was misting inside their heads," I said, cutting into my pot roast (Karzac was watching). "I blew my mist out, causing them to explode. Not a big deal." I placed a bite of pot roast in my mouth and chewed. It was very good and the gravy was excellent. "But when I got to that last one, I was exhausted," I explained. "I knew if I did one more, I wouldn’t have enough energy to pull my mist together again. That last one was the granddaddy of all of them. He was huge. I made the decision and went to get him. I don’t remember anything past that until I came back to myself, standing in the arboretum in the High Demons’ palace. Everybody thought I was a brain-damaged comesula."

"When Lissa recovers, brother, you should teach her bladework," Dragon told his brother, Crane.

"I don’t need," I didn’t get to finish my sentence, Dragon interrupted.

"Just see whether she has any raw talent." Dragon smirked.

Don’t make me kick your ass, I sent to him. He ducked his head to hide the smile.

"We’ll take you shopping tomorrow," Devin announced. "You don’t have any clothing, and several people are already asking if they can come along. The styles now are similar to those popular in the 1930s. Jeans are back in, too. I hope you like what’s available." I nodded. Shopping was probably a good idea, since I had nothing in the way of clothing or possessions.

"Radomir, how’s Wlodek?" I asked casually. "Is Flavio still around? What about Gavin?" Gavin was the one I wanted to know about. Nobody had mentioned his name and I was worried. My heart thumped with fear as I waited for an answer.

Radomir looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Father is fine and wants to come see you very soon, as do Will, Russell, Martin Walters and Weldon. They are all part of the Saa Thalarr. Flavio is now Head of the Council, and—he does not remember you." That admission came out in an embarrassed rush. "Neither do Gavin, Anthony Hancock or any of the other vampires. Something took our memories of you, shortly after your demise. The ones who became Saa Thalarr remembered when we saw the Ra’Ak dying by the hundreds, but not until then. The others have no memories at all."

"Fuck," I muttered, dropping my fork. I’d just lost my appetite. "If you’ll excuse me," I stood up from my seat. I wanted to cry. Or scream and cry.

"Lissa, please sit down and finish your meal, I beg you." Karzac was begging, and that was something he probably didn’t do often. I figured he was used to being obeyed for some reason, as the autocratic and curmudgeonly physician that he was. I felt cold and shivered. I was also close to tears as I sat down again, staring at my plate. I felt ill, on top of everything else. Karzac rose from his seat.

"Keep your seat, I will deal with this," Renegar informed Karzac. He rose from his seat and came to stand beside me, placing fingers on my face and forehead. "Just relax, little one, things will work out," he said gently as light formed around his hands. A tear slipped out anyway, and dripped along one of his fingers as he attempted to fix me somehow.

"What is the difficulty?" Two more Larentii folded in and I looked up at them while a couple more tears came.

"Pain and betrayal," Renegar said and lifted me from my seat. "This is Graegar, my son, and his Protector, Barrigar," Renegar handed me to his son.

"Why do you need a protector?" I wiped tears off my cheeks as I gazed into Graegar’s face. He certainly resembled his father and grandfather. And it wasn’t embarrassing or anything to be crying in front of everybody there, including more Larentii.

"I am a Wise One," Graegar smiled.

"Uh-huh," I sniffled. "I thought all Larentii were wise."

"They are, but Wise Ones are special. Like Vampire Queens," Graegar replied. "Something very rare and very precious."

"I don’t feel rare and precious. I feel like crap," I muttered. "Who took the memories away so nobody would remember me?" I still wanted to cry and felt awful about that. This was just one more blow on top of the other blows.

"I do not have that specific knowledge," Graegar said. "Grandfather may know. We will attempt to find this out for you. The knowledge may upset you, should we find it."

"How much more upset do you think I can get?" I mumbled. I was still trying to clean up my face but the tears wouldn’t stop; Graegar wasn’t setting me down and everybody around the island was staring.

"She thinks her mate will not love her if he sees her again," Barrigar said softly, his voice a low, calming baritone. He was taller than Renegar and Graegar by a good six inches, and he hadn’t spoken until then. He’d hit the nail on the head, though, and I misted out of Graegar’s arms. I don’t know whether he hadn’t expected me to do that or not, and just hadn’t done anything to stop it.

Where do you go when you don’t know where the hell you are, or when, even? I misted to the top of the huge villa; I’d gone straight up and through the second story to the roof. That’s where I sat, wiping tears off my cheeks as the sobs came. Gavin didn’t remember me. For him, I’d never existed. What a nice payback for saving people.

Kifirin told me that had the High Demons’ world fallen, all the others would have followed. It was the balance, he’d explained, for all the worlds. I’d saved the balance. Now, there wasn’t anybody for me to share memories with, because none of them had any memories to share. My knees were up to my chest and I was shaking as I wept.