Shadow's Seduction (The Dacians #2)(11)

The way Mirceo said his name was like a graze of lips across his throat, making Cas’s pulse race. Godsdamnit, what hold did this male have over him? I’ll fight it to the death!

Mirceo continued in that hypnotic voice, “I loved to watch them straighten and swell, transfixed by the sight. I still fantasize about kissing them. Licking them. Clutching them as I straddle you, riding that mouthwatering shaft of yours.”

Fucking seductive vampire! Now Cas would be picturing those mental images for another eternity. “What do you want?” he demanded, his words embarrassingly thick.

“Are you heading to the Plane because you’re still in denial about what happened between us? I know how much it affected you.”

“What your assassin uncle did in the tournament affected me!” Though Cas had known Bettina wasn’t his fated one, he’d entered for her hand to save her from some of the more monstrous entrants.

One problem: Trehan Daciano had sensed his mate in Bettina. The ruthless assassin had entered as well.

“Was the tournament really so bad? You fought hard, and you made it to the very end. People loved you.”

Cas clenched his fists.

“I secretly watched you win an early match. All the demonesses threw their garters at you, screaming for your attention. At first, I thought I was jealous of your acclaim, wanting it for myself. Then I realized I was jealous whenever you smiled at those females. You were obviously enjoying their adoration.”

“Oh, I did enjoy it. It felt ungodsly good to be respected and adored by my people.” Crowds had cheered for him, chanting his name. The same demons who’d disdained Beggar had called Cas the first son of Abaddon! Until the final round had pitted him against Trehan. “Yet then your uncle wiped the floor of the ring with my face!”

Trehan had been poisoned by persons unknown, but he must have suspected Cas and Bettina. In his rage, the Prince of Shadow had annihilated Cas.

Snippets of that match flashed through his memory.

Trehan hurtling me against the side of the Iron Ring. A rusty spike breaking off inside my skull. Unimaginable pain. Vision fading to black. Where will the vampire strike next??? Can’t see! Can’t hear over the roar of the crowd! Blindly taking the attack, helpless to fight back. The snap of bones as the beating went on. And on. Choking on blood and humiliation. Bile. My own people cheering for Trehan.

When it’d ended at last, a deafening silence had reigned. Then the Dacian had renounced Bettina in front of all, leaving Cas the “victor.”

The Abaddonae believed—rightly—that in a match to the death, someone must die. Instead, Trehan had left him to live in shame. . . .

Mirceo didn’t look disturbed by Cas’s anger whatsoever. “How could you defend yourself against my uncle? He’s a blooded Dacian—who happens to be a millennium older than you are.” Not anymore. “Would it help if I told you Trehan regrets his actions?”

“He saw reason?”

“You haven’t heard? He discovered a malicious squire had poisoned his blood mead. Trehan and Bettina are reconciled and happily wed now.”

King Trehan of Abaddon? Godsdamn it! Though Cas had finally gotten strong enough to defeat his enemy, could Bettina bear it?

As if reading his mind, Mirceo said, “My uncle worries for his delicate Bride. She would be torn apart if you two fought.” And she’d already been through so much.

So you’ll just abandon your revenge after all these centuries? The agony of that spike embedding in his skull was nothing compared to the blistering disgrace that followed—in and out of the Ring.

Once Cas had healed, he’d been forced to attend the tournament award ceremony. As he’d gazed out at the silent, grim-faced Abaddonae, one thought had echoed through his mind: I’ve known hatred and disdain all my life—but never like this.

He had accepted the crown, giving it right back to Bettina for her to rule alone. What else could he do after that but leave?

Cas’s situation there wouldn’t be changed in such a short time, but he was changed. He was stronger, wealthier, and wiser, had even taught himself to read. Cas had more control over his life than ever before.

He would contemplate his next steps with calm rationality. He now knew how to find Trehan; there was time. Either way, Cas had nothing more to say to Mirceo. “I want you out of my life.”

Mirceo stepped closer. “That’s not possible.” He inhaled, seeming greedy for Cas’s scent—

The vampire’s eyes shot wide, as if he’d been thunderstruck. Then they opened even wider. He tilted back his head and mouthed to the sky, “Oh gods, thank you!”

Cas scowled, unable to hold back his question: “For what do you thank the gods?”

Mirceo faced him with a delighted look. “My fondest wish just came true.” In a low tone full of hunger, he added, “Ah, sweetheart, what fun you and I shall have together.”

Cas recalled those words from so long ago. As before, a shiver crossed his nape.

Baffled by Mirceo’s behavior, he traced back to his lodgings in the dusty outpost hotel.

Alone, he fought to calm his racing pulse. You’re wiser. Stronger. Focused. You’re in control.

Heading to the bathroom, he peeled off his sodden shirt, leaving his skin sticky with brew. He turned on the shower as cold as the water could get, then stepped under the cascade.