A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark #2)(74)
Author: Kresley Cole

Annika tilted her head as if to see him better. Emma did that, too. Emma had gotten it from this woman. "Never would I give my daughter to a dog."

No man had in-laws like these.

"Then trade me for my brother."

Garreth bellowed in Gaelic from somewhere inside, "Goddamn it, Lachlain, I just got into this house."

"Or take both of us. Just let me talk to her." He had to see if she was healing.

"The Accession is nigh, and you want us to imprison the Lykae king and his heir?"

Regin hurried to her side. She spoke in English, but with words he didn’t understand, calling this a "slam dunk," admonishing Annika, "Just take it to the hoop, Shaq."

Annika’s voice rang out. "She made her decision when she returned to her coven. When hurt and afraid and unthinking, she chose us. Not you, Lykae."

That pained him terribly, her choice. Not only had she decided to leave him, she’d decided to stay away from him. But what right did he have to her after what he’d made her suffer? He hid his pain. "Do I go in, or do we go to war?" Just to see if she’s healing.

She looked past him, scanning the grounds, no doubt sensing their numbers. She tilted her head again, lifted her hand to the wraiths, and his path was cleared.

He limped into the darkened manor, seeing dozens of Valkyrie, curled up on chairs, hands on weapons, perched atop the stair railing. He fought not to gape at the sheer malice these fey beings exuded. For the hundredth time, he marveled that Emma had been raised among them.

They didn’t restrain him. Did they know he wouldn’t hurt them? Or did they want him to attack so they could slaughter him? He’d bet the latter.

Within two minutes of his entrance, he was shown to the cage in the damp half-basement that housed his brother Garreth. He didn’t resist even when the door clanged shut behind him.

Garreth stared at him as though seeing a ghost, then ran a hand over his face. "Do my eyes betray me?"

Lachlain’s happiness at seeing his brother was overshadowed by worry. "No, it’s me."

Garreth rushed to him, grin in place, and whaled slaps on his back. "Well, brother, what have you gotten us into now?"

"Aye, it’s good to see you as well."

"I thought you were…When they said you’d taken Emma, I thought they were mad. Until I saw her, saw you’d marked her." He frowned. "Marked her hard, no?" He shook his head. "Ach, anyway, it’s good to have you back. Under any circumstances. I’ve so many questions, but that can wait. You need news about her?"

At his nod, Garreth said, "She’s injured, Lachlain. She has gashes down her side, and she could no’ drink though she was…she was about to die in just the first couple of hours."

Lachlain flinched. Claws into his palms, he rasped, "What saved her?"

"An i.v." At Lachlain’s frown, he explained, "They gave her blood through a tube that fed it straight to her veins. They think she’s stabilized, but the gashes will no’ heal. I suspect whatever got her had poisoned claws. Maybe a ghoul, but I doona know."

"I do." Lachlain ran his hand through his hair. "Demestriu did this to her. I saw it all."

"I doona understand – " Garreth broke off. He shot to his feet, then his entire frame grew still and tense. "Lucia?"

Lachlain glanced up, saw her descending the stairs. She tilted her head so her hair covered her face. The moment they saw she’d been crying, Garreth’s face grew grave, his eyes riveted to the archer.

"She’s no’ better?" Garreth asked.

She shook her head.

Lachlain clutched the bars. "She heals when she drinks from me."

Garreth raised his eyebrows at that. "You let her…?" To Lucia, he said, "Then let Lachlain go to her."

"Annika forbids it. He’s not to go near her. Emma sees things that aren’t there, mumbles nonsense as though she’s gone mad. Annika puts the blame squarely on his shoulders."

She was right to. While Lachlain struggled with his guilt, Garreth asked, "What does she see?"

"Emma says that Demestriu was her father, and he put her in the fire, so she killed him."

"She – did."

Both of them swung their heads toward him.

What if he’s my father?

"She did. She killed him."

Lucia shook her head. "Sweet Emma? Kill the most powerful and deadly vampire ever to live?"

"Aye. He hurt her. Do none of you believe her?"

Garreth gave him an incredulous expression. "Demestriu’s finally dead? Because of that wee thing? She’s as fragile as eggshell."

Lucia added, "Lachlain, when she finds a moth inside and tries to free it – well, if she accidentally dusts its wings, she’s distraught for an entire night. I just don’t see her killing this fiend on his home ground when Cara and Kaderin have failed to do so on a field of battle. And Furie, the strongest of us? If Demestriu could be killed by a Valkyrie, then surely she’d have done it."

"You doona know her as I do. No’ anymore – "

"Then what does she mean when she says Furie is alive but shouldn’t be?"

"She’s been imprisoned by the Horde. Demestriu never expected her to live this long."

Lucia swayed, barely perceptibly. In a smaller voice, she asked, "And when she says Kristoff has her blood?"

"They’re first cousins."

Her lips parted in surprise. "Furie lives…" she murmured.

"If you doona believe me, there’s a video of the entire fight. I left it with Bowen, a member of our clan."

Garreth stopped gaping at Lachlain and turned to Lucia. "Go get it. For Annika to see."

She raised her eyebrows. "You want me to go to the clan?"

Garreth said, "Tell them I sent you, and they will no’ hurt you. I vow it."

Her chin went up. "I know they won’t succeed in hurting me. But you’re sending me, who’ll be carrying a bow, among your people. They will not thank you for it."

Lachlain saw that his brother’s eyes held much feeling for the archer, but Garreth still snapped, "I would do it myself. But I canna since I’ve been put in a cage after coming to your rescue."

She flushed as though with guilt, then finally said, "I will retrieve it and review it. Then give it to Annika, if it is as you say."

Lachlain strained against the bars. "Damn it, that will take too long. Can you no’ just take my blood for her to drink?"

"Annika forbids it. I am…sorry."

When she left, Garreth continued to stare at the door. "Lucia will be quick about it."

"How long have you known she’s yours?"