Shadow's Claim (Immortals After Dark #13)(110)

At that moment, moonlight hit the vampire’s face, illuminating ghostly white bone before blood welled.

Daciano evinced no expression—no pain, anger, confusion—just vacantness as blood flowed down his face.

Cas followed that parry with another lightning fast strike; a deep laceration appeared on the vampire’s sword arm.

As Bettina gaped at this turn of events, Morgana calmly observed, “Only a matter of time now, freakling.”

“No, no, the vampire will shake this off!” she said, feigning confidence she didn’t feel. Daciano looked like he could barely control his heavy eyelids—much less what was happening in the ring. “Y-you know how strong he is.”

With a mindblowing ferocity, Cas swung his sword high, using both hands to deliver a brutal strike; Daciano lifted his sword overhead to defend.

Again their blades clanged, metal scraping metal. Sparks rained down over Daciano’s head, highlighting his sweating, bloody countenance.

Pressing his advantage, Cas whaled hit after hit, as if swinging an ax at a chopping block.

The spate of furious blows drove Daciano down . . . down. . . .

When the vampire’s knees sank into the mire and confusion registered on his proud face, Bettina realized two things.

She was in love with him.

And she’d do anything to save him.



Sword quaking in my hands, metal pealing in my ears, mud sucking me down.

Caspion hammering at me.

“Know defeat, vampire! Delivered unto you—by a demon!”

Must shake this weakness! Yet nothing could pierce Trehan’s stupor. His peripheral vision was still obscured by blood, his equilibrium wrecked.

His disordered mind finally accepted the truth: he’d been . . . poisoned. Likely by the coward who was even now striving to take his head.

But how could Caspion have dosed him before the round? Trehan had only been around his cousins and Bettina.

The hits . . . ceased? Like a blur, the demon began tracing around him, cleverly keeping to his blind spots. Trehan struggled to rise. For her, he would fight on. Everything I desire is here for the taking— Suddenly, steel pressed against his throat. From behind, Caspion had him dead to rights.

Or so the demon thinks.

At last, adrenaline began spiking throughout Trehan’s veins to burn away the toxin. Power flowed into his muscles, his body rebounding with the strength of the Daci.

Now you’ve irritated me, whelp. Trehan bared his fangs. Gods, I’m going to enjoy teaching you a lesson. “The fight’s not over, boy. You forget what I am—”

“I plead mercy!” Bettina cried.

What? Too soon, Bett! The crowd grew hushed. He twisted his head around to glimpse her face.

“I plead mercy for the Prince of Shadow.”

Trehan’s breath left him. She’d just invoked the clause . . .

For me? Disqualifying me from the tournament? No, no, he’d misheard. His mind was unclear. She had not just taken herself out of his reach forever.

After the night they’d shared? After all he’d sacrificed? A mea! She wouldn’t do this. She knows how much I want her.

Caspion leaned down to sneer, “I didn’t forget what you are. You’re a loser, disqualified from the tournament. I told you she’d never be your wife!”

Now she would be this demon’s?

Caspion laughed. “Go back to your lonely home in the ground, old man.”

I have no f*cking home! Gave up everything for her! And she was always going to be with Caspion.

Were they in league together—

Realization struck him like a mace to the throat. Bettina had handed him a goblet of blood less than half an hour ago. Here, Trehan. Drink. She possessed an extensive arsenal of poisons.

Not Bettina. It couldn’t be her.

Who else, you fool? His cousins would never stoop so low. Even Stelian had too much honor for that. And hadn’t Bettina been wearing her customary poison ring earlier? He’d thought the taste of the blood was off, thought yet again that he’d been ruined by the ambrosia flowing through her veins.

The ambrosia she’d denied him last night.

His fangs shot longer, gone sharp as razors. All the aggression Trehan had vigilantly harnessed over ages came howling to life inside him—a ravening beast rising for carnage.

With a bellow, he gripped the end of Caspion’s sword. The blade sliced his hand, blood gushing as he snatched it away from the stunned demon. Tracing to his feet, Trehan hurled the weapon to the far edge of the ring.

As the demon gawked, Trehan sheathed his own sword, wanting to deal this death personally. To feel bone breaking and skin rending between my fingers.

Even as the toxin was seared away, his thoughts grew even more jumbled, a tangled snarl in his mind. She will never be mine, will always want the male before me.

He threw back his head and roared, fists clenched until his arm and chest muscles knotted. As the sound died in his throat, he gazed at Bettina, at her pale face. You want Caspion so badly? I’ll give you his f*cking head!

When he turned to face his prey, a bloodred haze covered Trehan’s vision. Kill.

For the first time in his long, wearying existence, he fully gave himself over to rage.





Daciano had become a creature possessed, with more fury even than the Lykae—and far less reason.