Eternal Kiss of Darkness (Night Huntress World #2)(13)
Author: Jeaniene Frost

"Everyone knows you killed your wife by raising wraiths through black magic and sending them after her," Radjedef said sharply.

Mencheres just shrugged. "If everyone says that, then your proof should be easy to obtain."

"You know that all those who witnessed Patra’s slaying are loyal to you," Radje said with a flash of naked bitterness.

As for Mencheres using wraiths to kill his wife . . . it hadn’t exactly happened that way.

But the fact that the most serious charge Radjedef could bring against Mencheres was mostly true, yet it benefited Radjedef nothing, was almost enough to make Mencheres smile.

Almost.

"What will you do, Radje, when I am no longer here for you to center your hatred on?" A gleam appeared in Radjedef’s black eyes. "I have no intention of killing you, old friend. That would not give me what I seek – and it would be too merciful for you."

"You might find me gone regardless if it is what you seek," Mencheres muttered in a rare moment of unguarded honesty.

Radje smiled. "My heart twists in my chest at the thought."

Not as much as it would if I struck silver through it, Mencheres mused darkly. But such a thought, while tempting, would carry with it too many repercussions. Law Guardians were the highest ruling body among vampires. Mencheres might be able to kill another Master vampire with only the risk of war between himself and that vampire’s all ies, but if he killed a Law Guardian, all vampires would have cause to unite against him. After the last few wars he’d been in, Mencheres had too many enemies who would relish his making such a stupid mistake, but he wouldn’t. Not when Bones and others he loved would have to face the consequences.

" I am weary," Mencheres said. In that moment, he felt the weight of all his years pressing on him; the countless strife, guilt, and toil swelling with merciless relentlessness.

Suddenly, he wanted Radjedef to know that his schemes for an elaborate vengeance would never come to pass. "You should have struck at me before, old friend. When I still had the desire to give you the fight you sought."

Something passed across the Law Guardian’s face, as if he just now realized Mencheres wasn’t feigning his apathy.

"You would never abandon your people, Menkaure."

Amidst his mental exhaustion, Mencheres felt a glimmer of satisfaction. Did Radje finally grasp that his chances for revenge were slipping away?

"That is true, which is why I gave Bones the gift of my power when I merged my line with his."

"Power that should have been mine to begin with!" Radjedef exclaimed, showing more emotion than Mencheres had seen from him in centuries.

"still you lament that?" Mencheres scoffed. "It was our sire’s choice who he gifted his additional power to, just as it was my choice to give my power surplus to Bones. Even now, Bones grows more into his strength, and his wife Cat’s powers grow as well. Radje, Radje . . ." Mencheres allowed himself a small, thin smile. "You waited too long." Radje stood so violently that the concrete bench crumpled beneath him. He paced in a short, furious stride before stopping with the same abruptness.

"You lie," Radje said, perfect control in his voice now. "You seek to deceive me as you have always done, but I know you. You would never do such a thing." If Radje had made such a statement even a year ago, it would have been true. But with Mencheres’s wife dead, Bones strong enough to lead their combined lines, Cat transitioned into the rarest type of vampire, and Mencheres’s visions gone . . . he had no reason to stay. His death would end his cold war with Radjedef, denying his enemy the opportunity to bring down Mencheres’s line along with him.

For thousands of years, Radje had sought to hurt him through his people, but his attempts had been hampered by Mencheres’s visions. With those gone, the Law Guardian would attack those belonging to Mencheres without mercy. But Mencheres had no intention of letting that happen. He’d leave this world knowing he’d secured his people’s safety and thwarted Radje in one stroke. It was something he almost looked forward to.

Except for Kira. She alone remained to keep him alive, but the sands ran ever faster through that hourglass as well. Soon, Kira’s memories of him would be gone – and then he would be free to go. In his rest, Mencheres would achieve a victory over Radje for all eternity. It made his smile widen as he stared at the Law Guardian.

"You know me, Radje? Then you should fear."

A branch snapping brought Mencheres’s attention back to Kira. She’d abandoned her perch in the tree to slide down the trunk to the ground. She glanced in their direction, her heart rate accelerating. Guessing, no doubt, that her descent had been overheard.

"Who is that human?" Radje snapped, whipping around to glare at Kira.

Mencheres chuckled. "You are so arrogant that you just now noticed a woman in the garden with us?"

"That heartbeat could have belonged to a dog, for all that you love to surround yourself with curs," Radje said coldly.

Mencheres stiffened at the insulting way Radje referred to Kira. Then he forced himself to relax when he saw the Law Guardian’s eyes narrow. Too late. Radjedef had noticed.

"Bring this human forth," Radje said, staring at Mencheres.

Refusing would make Radjedef even more intrigued about who she was. Mencheres assumed a bored expression as he called out, "Kira! Come."

She slowly made her way through the garden toward them, glancing around as if seeking out possible exits. Mencheres showed no reaction as Radjedef slid his eyes over Kira in a way that left no curve of her body missed.

"Pretty," Radje said, drawing the word out. Then he smiled. "Not as pretty as your dead wife, though, is she?"

Mencheres kept his face blank and his limbs loose, appearing as relaxed as he was when he rested on the bottom of the pool. Thankfully, Kira didn’t rise to Radjedef’s bait.

She looked at the other vampire for a long moment but didn’t say anything.

"Don’t you speak?" Radje asked, losing his patience.

"Sure," Kira replied in a perfectly neutral tone. "But you weren’t talking to me before." Her scent betrayed her nervousness, but aside from that, Kira was the picture of assurance as she stood before the glaring gaze of the ancient Law Guardian. From the narrowing of his gaze, Radjedef didn’t like her cool composure.

"I suddenly find that I’m thirsty," Radje said, his voice lowering to a menacing purr. "This human will do."

Radjedef moved, his hand closing around Kira’s arm before she could even flinch . . .

and then his whole body froze.

Mencheres slowly tightened his power around the Law Guardian until nothing twitched on his old enemy except his mouth. Kira’s eyes were wide as she stepped away from Radje, but she didn’t run. Smart.