King Tomb (Forever Evermore, #3)(15)
The jaws of Antonio and the man who had to be Elder Zeller, since Antonio had called him Cahal, were slightly gaping as they stared at us less than two feet away.
Antonio blinked grandly, then his eyes instantly flittered down my body, which wasn’t pretty at the present time, assessing every injury that wasn’t healing from blood loss and the use of the silver knife. And he started glowing — oddly this gold was a bit different, actually furious in its dimness — his expression instantly turning fierce, fists clenching. I wasn’t sure he was even able to speak, his jaw was clenched so hard, eyes toward the opened tent flap.
Elder Zeller, who was just as big as his damn * son, asked, “Ezra, who did this to her?”
I snorted, the sound more of a wheeze. “King Zeller,” *, “did.” I lifted my fingers in Antonio’s direction, unable to lift my arms even if I felt peaceful. “Please…take me.”
Both Elder Zeller and Antonio stared above my head at King Zeller, unspeaking and unmoving, their faces utterly blank, for at least a good minute.
“Get…me out…of his…arms,” I rasped harshly. “Now…Antonio.” My lips lifted cruelly. “Hey, there’s…someone I hate…more than you…now.”
Antonio jolted out of his silence, his eyes still on King Zeller. “You did this to Queen Ruckler?”
“Yes,” he stated simply.
“Why?” Antonio’s expression was turning fierce again, beginning to glow that dim color.
“I didn’t know her name.” He shrugged, making me move up and down in his arms. “I thought she was a traitor sneaking into camp.” No apology, no remorse.
“See,” I whispered. “Definitely…more hateable.” My lids started to drop further. “If you…aren’t going…to take me from…him, then…at least…heal me.”
Antonio lurched forward, eyes flying to me. “Right. Sorry, Lil.” His glowing hands went to two different wounds, even as he glared up at King Zeller. “You are very lucky you didn’t kill her.” His tone was laced with all types of silent threats, golden eyes staring unflinchingly into King Zeller’s green ones. “Very f*cking lucky.”
King Zeller did not comment, continuing to hold me as Antonio worked, and gifting me with tranquility.
Elder Zeller moved forward, standing next to my legs, in a sense between his son and Antonio, as he ran a hand over his face. “Antonio, why the hell was she at King Shadow tonight?” Unannounced and sneaking around, he didn’t say, but it was very much implied by his stare.
“Because of Isa,” Antonio said quietly, studying a particularly vicious wound as he healed it.
Elder Zeller asked, “Who’s Isa?”
King Zeller broke his silence. “Queen Ruckler rambled something about her earlier.”
“My adopted…daughter,” I blinked slowly, “She’s…Vampire.”
I felt, and saw, both King Zeller and Elder Zeller stiffen.
Antonio bent, ignoring their reaction, to work on another wound on my lower back. “My granddaughter, Isadora Marie Ruckler, is three months old. And a Vampire.” His healing hands glowed brighter. “At our old camp, everyone knew and respected Lily, so no one hassled her about Isa.” He blinked. “Well, there was this one * who did, but Lily broke damn near every bone in his body after a few of his comments, and he shut up then.”
“I was…casing King Shadow…for escape…routes,” I muttered. “And got…trapped in a…not-so-empty bedroom…with him.” My tone let them know what I thought of him.
Elder Zeller ran another hand over his face, then he surprised me by patting my knee comfortingly and staring over our heads at nothing while stating absently, “I know this is hard to believe after what you so obviously experienced tonight, but my son is capable of kindness.” His eyes met mine, though they weren’t really with me. “I would like to ask you not to judge him from this one experience.” He patted my knee again, eyes flicking away. “Try to put this meeting behind you.”
King Zeller snapped out of his shock from the news of my Vampire daughter to stare at his dad with a marginally wide gaze; apparently that was his surprised expression.
I snorted, the sound a bit more normal. “Even he doesn’t…believe that, Elder Zeller.” And I could breathe easier when Antonio placed his hands over my rib cage. “And besides, I know a cunning, heartless * when I finally see past the marijuana smoke.”
I ignored both Antonio’s and Elder Zeller’s glances and tilted my head — I was now able to thanks to Antonio’s healing — to place my nose against King Zeller’s heated skin. I inhaled heavily, scenting him on many different levels, memorizing his body’s distinct perfume. My wolf growled quietly even through the tranquility he was giving me.
Spice. He smelled like heady, potent spice. Powerful.
My eyes lifted as I inhaled heavily again.
He had gone predatory still when I had turned my head against his chest. Dead green eyes met my equally dead blue gaze, and I whispered, “I really wish you would have kept torturing me…just a bit longer.” My wolf growled again, my eyes flashing. “I was so looking forward to killing you.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly bent his head, bringing his face closer to mine. “I easily beat you once. I could do it again, Queen Ruckler.” His head tilted toward his dad. “And you’re right not to believe Elder Zeller. I have no redeeming qualities. I am the cunning, heartless * you named me. And I wouldn’t have given a shit if I had killed you, so don’t ever try to threaten me, or even raise the subject, or I will kill you no matter your station.”