Moonlight Prince (Vampire Girl #4)(21)

He turns, walking to the door. "Next time we see each other, my brother, I will be the one with the dagger. And you the one who is forced into submission."





Chapter 6


I AM THE PRINCE OF WAR


Fenris Vane


"One goblet contained poisoned wine. And how my father answered my questions would determine which goblet he received."

—Fenris Vane



The ball continues. Though admittedly with less joy than before. Asher stands at my side, tugging at his clothes in distracted annoyance. "You ruined our chance for peace! What am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to prepare for war when we have barely any men to repair the fortifications?"

I pat his shoulder. "You'll find a way."

Dean nods, standing to my other side and drinking a purple wine. "We do have a month. Should be enough time to find Arianna and Levi, maybe even defeat Metsi and end the war. Hell, I don't even know what you're worried about." I know his tone is meant to lighten the mood, but no one laughs.

I grab both of them by the shoulders. "How about you two discuss plans? I have other business to attend to."

Asher's jaw drops. "Other business? What kind of other—"

I'm not listening. Already, I'm walking away from them. There is only one person left I must speak with tonight.

I find Tavian at the bar, a tankard of ale to his lips. He looks paler than he did before, more fragile somehow. These last few days have taken a toll on him. A toll on us all.

I push the thoughts away. I cannot stand to have empathy right now. I take the seat beside him and glare into his eyes. "What would a traveler know of a Wraith?"

Tavian takes another sip of his drink. "You speak in riddles, your grace."

I tap my fingers on the wooden counter, my hand curled like a claw. "Then let me be clear. I just received an offer. Trade you for Arianna's location. Every part of my being wills me to accept. Every part but one. The part that whispers, what would Arianna do? I think she would give you a chance. See why this thing wants you. And then she would make her decision."

Tavian leans back, looking off into the distance. "You call it a thing. Not a man. Not a woman. A thing." He pauses. "I know what you speak of. A creature cloaked in shadow. Wreathed in smoke."

"What does it want with you?"

"Many years ago, my colleagues and I performed a ritual. We sought to tap into a power thought uncontrollable."

"The Darkness," I whisper.

Tavian nods. "It answered our summons. And in the process destroyed everything I love. But three of us it left untouched—well, not untouched, but alive at any rate. Me and two others. Now it… searches for me. Searches so it can end what it began."

There was something to what he said. A pause that makes me think he is holding back. "This Wraith," I say, "is there a way to fight it?"

"No. You can only run. Run as I have." He does not offer more, but I see the weariness in him. The weariness of a man whose life is not his own. In this too, we are alike. Slaves to an outside force.

All because of one moment. One mistake.

"Will you leave once she recovers?" I ask. I see it in his face, he knows of who I speak. The one person who seems to matter to him most.

Kayla.

He nods. A sorrow in his eyes. "I have made it a habit to avoid the politics of this world, and when she wakes, her life will be nothing but political."

His words make no sense. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, of course." He chuckles. "You would not know. But I should not be the one to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"When Kayla wakes, you will know. And if she doesn't wake, then I suppose it doesn't matter. None of it will have mattered."

I am tired of these games. These half-spoken truths. "Now who is the one speaking in riddles? You are not my friend, Tavian Gray. You are but a means to an end. Do not test me."

He shrugs. "I will not betray Kayla's trust. Would you do any differently?"

"I…" My words leave me. For he is right. I would not betray Kayla. And hurting this man, sacrificing this man, would be a betrayal above others. And even Varis urged against doing the bidding of the Darkness, a warning I do not take lightly.

"So, do I have to be worried?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

He eyes me cautiously. "Worried?"

"When I don't deliver you to the Wraith, will it come after me?"

He shrugs. "Perhaps. But she is strongest in places of power. She will try to lure you to one before she attacks."

Places like Raven Rock. "So, I just need to avoid following strangers. Seems easy enough."

"She may not always appear as a stranger." There's a dread in his words. A primal fear.

And then someone slams two tankards down in front of us.

Dean.

"Why so gloomy, boys? Oh, wait, wait, I know. It's because you're not drinking. Drink." He sits down at the table with us and gulps down the syrupy liquid.

I suppose with Niam gone, I can indulge a bit. I raise my tankard to Tavian. "For Kayla."

He clanks his cup to mine. "For Kayla."

We drink.

And then we drink some more.