The Warlord Wants Forever Part 19

Whatever Elizabeth saw in his expression made her suck in a breath, her cheeks pinkening. "What do you want from me?"

His eyes fell on her neck, his fangs throbbing for that tender flesh. for that tender flesh. To touch you. To drink you and make you grow wet from it... To touch you. To drink you and make you grow wet from it...

No, not her her! l.u.s.t rode him hard, but he would never act on it. Though Lothaire killed so readily, though he unfailingly acted without honor, he wouldn't betray his queen.

Especially not with a worthless mortal, a female normally beneath his notice.

He released Elizabeth, shoving her away from him. Lothaire would slake himself with his Bride alone.

When would she rise?

Saroya had explained much of how the possession worked with Elizabeth. Neither female knew what the other was thinking, though Saroya believed the girl could sense her intentions at times-just as Saroya could perceive changes in Elizabeth.

The G.o.ddess found it difficult to rise unless Elizabeth was weakened in some manner, physically or emotionally, or when she slept.

The more Saroya herself slept, the more readily she could regain control of the body.

Yet once the girl began shoving her way back to the fore, Saroya would be overwhelmed with dizziness, blurred vision, and a feeling of movement within the body, a s.h.i.+fting inside.

Lothaire had asked her, "Why can't you stay in control?"

With her gray eyes glittering, Saroya had hissed, "The mortal's too strong."

Now, as then, it appalled him that his Bride was subject to the whims of a human-a situation all too similar to his mother's.

Blyad'! If Elizabeth could sense Saroya's intentions at times, then couldn't the G.o.ddess sense the presence of her mate? If Elizabeth could sense Saroya's intentions at times, then couldn't the G.o.ddess sense the presence of her mate?

Until she rose, he'd have to deal with Elizabeth. "Sit," he commanded her.

Chin raised, she remained standing.

His brows drew together. So few ever disobeyed him, especially not on the heels of his rage.

Lothaire had stayed alive this long by using his ability to predict his adversaries' moves. He knew how they would behave, oftentimes before they did. His life was an endless chess match, a calculated march taking him ever closer to his Endgame-of kingdoms seized and retribution delivered.

Yet this female continued to prove unpredictable unpredictable. When she'd turned the blade on herself ...

"Sit now. Or I'll return with chains for you to sit shackled."

She swallowed but didn't move.

He almost found it a pity that she'd be gone so soon. Breaking her would have been amusing sport. "Very well." He traced to one of his many hideaways, this one a strategic keep in the Ural Mountains, to retrieve a set of manacles.

Though immortals with untold strength and abilities routinely quaked before him, a powerless human who was not even a quarter of a century old was defying him.

Powerless. He thought again how easy it would be for his enemies to kill her. Why couldn't Elizabeth have languished quietly in prison? This rescue couldn't have come at a worse time! He thought again how easy it would be for his enemies to kill her. Why couldn't Elizabeth have languished quietly in prison? This rescue couldn't have come at a worse time!

Multiple factions-demonarchies, Horde vampires, Valkyries, Furies, Lykae-hunted him, seeking revenge, or, better yet, his death. As soon as they found out he had a Bride in his possession, they'd target Saroya as well.

And Lothaire had a throne at stake. Thousands of years spent plotting would soon come to fruition-his Endgame finally achieved-as long as he didn't get distracted in these final weeks.

He considered the Endgame his master because he served it alone, thinking of nothing else...

No, he wouldn't allow Elizabeth to alter his course.

He returned directly with the manacles. The girl had only gotten a few steps away when she froze at the clinking sound.

Ellie slowly turned to him, eyes widening at the sight of the chains in his hands.

When he'd disappeared, she'd thought to escape. Now she trudged to the couch and sank down on it, inwardly pleading, Don't chain me, don't chain me Don't chain me, don't chain me.

"Do you fear me, human?" He fingered the links.

Of course she did! He had supernatural powers, he'd just killed, and for some reason this maniac had fixated on her.

But Ellie usually had a good sense about people, and she suspected he would respect mettle. So she answered honestly, "Right 'bout now, I'm pretty scared." Her accent had grown more p.r.o.nounced, a mountain tw.a.n.g that thickened whenever her emotions ran high. "But I reckon I'll work through it."

He tilted his head at her, as if she were a sight he'd never seen. She knew without a doubt that few had ever stood up to him. Understandable. His every movement spelled menace.

"And you fear these manacles?"

This devil's playing with me. "Yessir, I do. But you don't want to be chainin' me." "Yessir, I do. But you don't want to be chainin' me."

He raised his brows. "I don't?"

"What if Saroya Saroya wakes? I'm sure she'd be p.i.s.sed to find herself all trussed up. And you don't want to ruin your ... reunion." She could barely say the word. What would they do together? wakes? I'm sure she'd be p.i.s.sed to find herself all trussed up. And you don't want to ruin your ... reunion." She could barely say the word. What would they do together?

Surely he'd want to make love to his queen queen at last. Because, for whatever reason, he never had before. Ellie was still a virgin. Which meant that Saroya had never taken a lover when she'd gained control. at last. Because, for whatever reason, he never had before. Ellie was still a virgin. Which meant that Saroya had never taken a lover when she'd gained control.

After an endless moment, Lothaire let the shackles drop to the floor. The concession didn't feel like a victory to Ellie, more like a baited trap.

But with the immediate threat averted, she dragged her gaze from him to survey her surroundings.

The room was multiple times bigger than the entire trailer she'd grown up in. The furniture looked rich but modern, like from one of those design magazines. The curtains were drawn so tight, she couldn't tell if it was day or night. "Where am I?"

He crossed his arms over his broad chest. "New York."

"New York," she repeated dumbly. She'd never been outside of Appalachia but had always wanted to travel. Now everything was too surreal. "Why have you brought me here?"

"Because this place is mystically protected-inescapable and impenetrable."

Mystically? At that moment, she decided she'd better keep her mind open, lest it break from strain. At that moment, she decided she'd better keep her mind open, lest it break from strain.

"You will be kept here for a time, until I cast your soul from your body."

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Your body will become Saroya's alone."

He had the power to steal Ellie's body from her? Forever? "I'll kill myself before that happens!" She leapt to her feet, starting for a bronze statue on a pedestal. "You hear me?"

"If you harm yourself in any way, I'll murder your mother and brother."

She stilled, fear s.h.i.+vering through her.

"Perhaps I should end one of them today to demonstrate good faith on my threat," he said, as though remarking on the weather. "Any message you'd like me to deliver?"

Her mind cried, Oh, G.o.d, no! Oh, G.o.d, no! Yet she forced herself to sneer, "Do it. Don't give a d.a.m.n. None of those a.s.sholes came to my execution today." She'd forbidden it. Yet she forced herself to sneer, "Do it. Don't give a d.a.m.n. None of those a.s.sholes came to my execution today." She'd forbidden it.

Had her family obeyed her other orders?

Lothaire disappeared right before her eyes. From just behind her, he murmured, "You are quite the accomplished bluffer, little human..."

She felt his breath on her neck before she whirled around.

"But your racing heart gives you away," he finished.

He could disappear and reappear directly into Mama's trailer, murdering them in seconds.

If her family was there. her family was there.

Expecting Lothaire to want payback for the execution, Ellie had made her mother swear she'd get herself-and the entire family-scarce in the days surrounding it.

Surely there'd be news coverage of Ellie's mysterious disappearance; her mother would be in defense mode, unlikely to return to her home until she'd heard from her escapee daughter.

Ellie was almost certain they were out of Lothaire's reach, but could she bet her family's lives on it?

No.

Then he's won. All her brazen anger petered out, and she sank back down onto the couch. She'd always believed she'd win the battle against Saroya because she'd thought it would boil down to a test of wills. All her brazen anger petered out, and she sank back down onto the couch. She'd always believed she'd win the battle against Saroya because she'd thought it would boil down to a test of wills.

But this man ... this animal ...

As her gaze flitted over the bullet holes in his chest that he seemed not to notice, then up to meet his chilling red eyes, she comprehended, I can't beat him I can't beat him.

5

Lothaire could see the defeat in her bearing.

At last the mortal had accepted her situation, accepted that he had all the leverage he needed to force her cooperation. Now he merely had to await Saroya. "Allow her to rise, Elizabeth."

"She's not trying to anymore. I can't prod her to it."

"But she was trying before? To escape the execution." When she didn't deny it, Lothaire imagined Saroya trapped, clawing to rise, to defend herself...

G.o.ds, he hated this girl-and he couldn't kill her! He paced once more, grappling to control his rage while ignoring his weariness and the twinges from his rapidly healing wounds.

When was the last time he'd really slept? Days ago? Weeks since he'd rested for more than an hour at a time?

Need to sleep, to dream. The memories come in dreams. Forever tolling ...

He needed to begin his work, his seven little tasks- "If you can cast out my soul," Elizabeth said, "then why do you need her to rise? And why'd you put me on ice for five years?"

He slowed, gazing past her. "I didn't possess the means then."

"But you do now?"

Not yet yet. After years of deceiving, slaying, and manipulating, Lothaire had seized the Ring of Sums Ring of Sums, a talisman of great power-a wish giver. Only to have it stolen from him during his recent capture.

He'd never forget when mortals from the Order had attacked with their charge throwers, draining his strength, forcing him to kneel ... the blood blinding his eyes and pooling around his knees.

The deafening sc.r.a.pe of the ring across the floor as their leader, a soldier named Declan Chase, had snared it.

"Do you have the means now?" the girl asked again.

Somewhere in the tangle of his mind Lothaire knew the ring's location. He just had to access that information. "I've budgeted anywhere from one night to a month until your end." Time enough to wade through the millions and millions of stolen memories.

Like his father before him, Lothaire was a cosa cosa, a memory harvester. A blessing for some vampires, a curse for one of the Fallen.

d.a.m.n his uncle for tempting him with the power all those centuries ago...

"You must drink to the quick to be strong enough to destroy my brother," Fyodor had told him when they'd been reunited once more.

"My eyes are red, are they not?" Lothaire had said. "I've been a scourge upon humans."

"Or you can drink immortals immortals to the quick and steal their strength, even their powers. Join with me, Lothaire." to the quick and steal their strength, even their powers. Join with me, Lothaire."

"Ivana warned against this."

Fyodor had smiled thinly. "Your fair mother probably a.s.sumed you would have long since slain Stefanovich by now..."

Impatient for power, Lothaire had begun targeting immortals. Yet their souls were much more decayed than humans'. And they had exponentially more memories. Ruinous to a cosa cosa.

His uncle had promised and delivered strength beyond measure, but had downplayed the side effect.

Insanity. Memories forever tolled. Lothaire balanced on the edge of a razor.

Though Fyodor, also a cosas, cosas, had lost his mind long before his death last year, Lothaire had somehow pulled back, limiting his kills and memory harvests, scrabbling his way back to reason. had lost his mind long before his death last year, Lothaire had somehow pulled back, limiting his kills and memory harvests, scrabbling his way back to reason. All to serve my Endgame... All to serve my Endgame...

He peered over at the mortal sitting on the couch. How long had he been pacing, his thoughts drifting? Her expression had turned from defeated to devious as she eyed the fireplace tools.