Kiss of a Demon King (27 page)

“Of course.”

“And we’re still in a Lore bar?”

“That we are.”

She crossed to the bar and hopped over. “So what will you have?” she asked with a grin. “Drinks are on the house.”

They sat in companionable silence on the way home, both lost in their own thoughts.

Rydstrom had told her that demons loved nice cars, were fascinated by them, and now she could see the appeal. The scent of new leather surrounded her, the seats were toasty warm, and the lights on the dash illuminated his handsome face.

And there was a marked confidence about the way he drove. He was good at this, and he knew it. Gods, there was something about a male who drove well that was so sexually attractive, though she’d only really seen it with horses and carriages before.

At every red light, he took his hand off the stick shift and rested his palm on her knee, as though he couldn’t stand not touching her for even a few moments.

The anticipation of knowing that they were going back to their house to make love all night took her mind from any worries she might have harbored. And she
felt
his strength, palpable and reassuring. He’d vowed to protect her, had
wanted
to.

After they made love, she was going to tell him about the poison….

“You looked beautiful tonight,” he said, his voice rumbling.

“You didn’t look too bad yourself.”

“I made the podium?”

“Demon, you’d get my gold. I was proud to be on your arm. For as long as it lasted.” With the place all to themselves, Rydstrom had taught her to play pool. “And I had fun.”

He grinned over at her. “Even though we didn’t leave any bodies behind?”

“Maybe you’re wearing off on me,” she said absently, gazing at his curling lips and intense green eyes. That feeling came over her again, so sharply that realization struck her like a stray punch.

I think I’m in love with the demon.

43

L
ater that night, Rydstrom sat in his den, staring into a glass of demon brew. He’d left Sabine sleeping soundly, after taking her more times than he could count.

She’d said she had something she wanted to talk to him about later, but she’d drifted off. He’d noticed her face had been pale, and he feared he’d exhausted her.

Sometimes when she was digging her nails into the backs of his thighs as he took her from behind, he forgot that she didn’t have the strength of a demoness.

It was as if he were trying to bond her to him through bouts of sex—because his other efforts appeared to be failing. Though she’d seemed genuinely happy to be with him, like tonight at the bar, he’d sensed an underlying urgency in her. And he had only two days left before her sister would return for her.

Rydstrom needed Nïx’s advice, but she’d been impossible to locate over the last few days. He had the sword, and it was time to strategize and to act. Yet he felt like he could do nothing until he’d solidified things with Sabine—until he’d wed her and truly made her his queen. Which meant he had to come clean with her first….

Filled with doubts, he sat pounding demon brew as his brother often had—to Rydstrom’s past censure.

As if any of that mattered now. He’d been so damn hard on Cadeon. And for what?

The side door opened then.
Speak of the demon.

Shortly after, Cadeon strolled into the room. “You still look like shite warmed over. But better than that last time at least.”

Though it had always been uncomfortable between the two brothers, now everything could be different. The past wasn’t what they’d believed, and Cadeon had redeemed himself.

When Cadeon dropped onto the couch across from him, Rydstrom held up the bottle in offer.

“A dram, but not more.”

Once Rydstrom splashed the dark brew into a glass, he accepted the drink, inhaled, then took a sip. “You alarmed the piss out of me the other day.”

I alarmed myself.
“I’ve tried to contact you since then.”

“I’ve been MIA,” Cadeon said simply. “But I’ve been left to my own recognizance tonight, so I thought I’d stop by.” He studied Rydstrom’s face. “I think this is where I’m s’posed to ask if you want to talk about it.”

Rydstrom gave a bitter laugh. “Maybe after another bottle.”

“When did you start pounding demon brew?” Cadeon asked.

“When did you stop?”

“No more getting blotto. I’m responsible now, didn’t you hear? I got hitched.”

Rydstrom raised a glass. “Congratulations, brother,” he said, relieved that things had worked out between Cadeon and his female.

“That’s why I haven’t answered. Been keeping time with the missus at the new estate I just bought her. Nïx informed me that I couldn’t keep living in my ‘pool house man-cave’ I shared with Rök, not if I was going to have Holly.”

Rök was a smoke demon, Cadeon’s second in command, and a fine soldier—except for the fact that he continually disappeared. “Where is Rök? I haven’t seen him by.”

“Told me cryptically that I might not be the only one settling down, then he blazed. Haven’t seen him since.”

Rydstrom would relish seeing the bed-hopping demon domesticated.

“I want you to officially meet Holly,” Cadeon said. “So I figured I’d come by to see if you were up for company. It looked like you had some things to work through.”

No kidding.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened when I was…gone.”

“All right then.” With his usual excitement, his brother told him of the journey to Groot’s, details about checkpoints and near-death escapes, battles with revenants and fire demons.

But when Cadeon talked about his new wife, his entire demeanor changed. His glass of liquor went forgotten on the table. “We knew how smart she is. But who knew how sexy a mathematician could be?”

“How did you get the sword?”

“I had to give her to Groot for it. Thought you’d be proud of me for making a sacrifice for once in my life. I thought of you, of the kingdom, and the people. Still, I was planning on taking her right back, but the bastard tricked me….”

After Cadeon relayed everything that had happened. Rydstrom could hardly imagine how painful it would’ve been to see the betrayed look on the face of the woman he’d fallen for so completely.

Even though Cadeon had a plan to save her, Rydstrom didn’t know that he himself could have done the same.

Cadeon said Holly had…cried.

My brother’s a stronger man than I am.
It was difficult to swallow that truth, but Rydstrom was craven with his need for Sabine—the thought of even parting from her for a day made his fangs grow. “Holly’s forgiven you?”

“Almost mostly. But she still gives me slack about it when she’s sick. I take it as a husbandly badge,” he said, puffing out his chest.

“Sick? You told me she was fully immortal.”

“Yeah, but she throws up some, because, well, the thing of it is…Ah, fuck, Rydstrom, I knocked her up.”

“You’re going to be a father?” Gods help the world.
I’m going to be an uncle?

“I got Holly, like, on the first shot. Nïx is calling me Bull’s-eye and the Womb Raider.”

“Nïx is nothing if not subtle.” A month ago, Rydstrom would’ve been uneasy with the idea that his brother had gotten a babe on the Vessel. Now he felt confident the female would bear a warrior of ultimate good.

“That’s why I’m on my own tonight—cause Nïx and Holly are out shopping for baby swords or something.” He scratched his head. “I’m kind of hoping they were joking about that, but with Valkyries, how can you know?”

“How do you feel about having a babe?”

“At first, I was happy, because I thought it’d mean Holly’d have to forgive me, like I’d smuggled an ally on the inside who’d help me,” Cadeon said, still every bit the mercenary. “Then I got excited. If Holls thinks I drive her crazy, imagine little Cadeons running around all over the place.”

“I have firsthand experience with one. And that was plenty.”

An awkward silence fell over the room. Rydstrom took a drink, muttering over the rim, “Make sure you have wainscoting.”

“What?”

Rydstrom shook his head. “Nothing.”

“No, tell me.”

“When you were little and your horns were molting, they itched so bad that you’d run them against the walls. Nylson and I used to burst out laughing to see every new three-foot-high gouge running the length of a hall. We wouldn’t let anyone repair them.” His lips curled until he noticed Cadeon’s expression. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re talking about
me
. And it sounds…fond.”

What the hell did Rydstrom have to lose? “It nearly broke me to send you away.”

Cadeon scowled. “So much that you visited all the time?”

This much resentment
? “I did every chance I could. At least once a week in the beginning.” At Cadeon’s disbelieving look, he said, “I was there watching over you, making sure you had everything you needed. I stayed out of the way because Zoë and Mia said I would interrupt your bonding with your new family.”

“How about not sending me away at all?”

“After Nylson and our father had just been slain? Because they broke the custom? When you were little, I was still adjusting to being king. I’d just lost my older brother, who was my best friend. And my father, as well. Then you were to be in jeopardy, too? I couldn’t stand the thought of it. I was tempted to take you and our sisters and start anew, turn our backs on wars and killing.”

Cadeon gaped. “You considered giving up the crown?”

“If there’d been a worthy replacement for me. Yes. Then, just a few years later, I lost the kingdom to a vicious murderer. I’d wondered if I’d fought hard enough, or if I’d let go too easily. The guilt was unrelenting,
is
unrelenting.”

“But the crown was everything. That’s why you’ve hated me all these years.”

“I never hated you. And the crown had nothing to do with why I’ve been hard on you.” At Cadeon’s raised brows, Rydstrom said, “All right, that was part of it. But I was also angry because of the way you were living your life. You were selfish and uncaring.” Rydstrom knew Cadeon wouldn’t argue that. “Sabine’s since told me that you would’ve been assassinated if you’d gone to Tornin. Omort had five hundred troops waiting for you.”

“Sabine told you that?”

“She wanted to ease some of the strife between us.”

“Kind of nice, for an evil bitch.”

“Guard your words carefully, brother, that woman is going to be your queen.” Just when Rydstrom thought they’d have another row, Cadeon raised his palms.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry. But don’t forget that she’s part of the reason I gave up Holly. I thought if I got the sword, I could free you. It ate at me, thinking of you in a dungeon. Nïx told me the sorceress would…
use
you.”

The sorceress did
.

With a nod at the now empty bottle, Cadeon said, “You’ve finished it—something I never thought I’d see—so are you ready to divvy what happened?”

Rydstrom exhaled. Then he told Cadeon almost everything, leaving out his false vow, ending with, “…I’m not making progress with her as I’d hoped. And I’ve only got another two days.”

“Look, I know I’m the last person you want to take advice from, but you can’t force this. You can’t
make
her love you.”

“Then what would you do?”

“You know, do nice shite for her. Buy her things. Really think about what she likes and what makes her happy and make it happen. She’ll come around. And if she doesn’t, you can cut off your horns for her. Chicks dig that.”

Rydstrom’s gaze shot up. Sure enough, Cadeon’s had been shorn. “What the hell did you do that for?”

“Holly wanted a normal life, so I was trying to give her normal. She’s since berated me, and forbidden me from ever touching my ‘rock-hard, sexy horns’ again. Then she outlined what she was going to do to me when they grew back. Gods, brother, that woman quicks my wick.” Then he frowned. “Wait a minute. Did you say Sabine was
going
to be my queen? What the hell is she now?”

Deceived.

A storm was coming, outside the house and within it as well.

Rydstrom was going to confess to Sabine about his sham vow. With a heavy heart, he made his way upstairs to their room, leaving Cadeon to finish his drink.

Though he’d been working to earn her trust, Rydstrom was about to destroy it with one blow. But he had no choice. Every time she called him her husband was like a knife to the chest.

He sat beside her in the bed. “Sabine, there’s something I must confess to you.”

She didn’t answer, didn’t turn to him, but her slim shoulders tensed, letting him know she’d awakened.

“All I ask is that you try to understand the circumstances. Can you do that?”

No response. He laid his hand on her shoulder and tugged her over to face him. She opened her eyes.

They were filled with blood.

“What is this? Sabine, what’s happening?”

“It’s…
here
.” Her words were slurred, her skin waxen.

He gathered her up in his arms. Her heartbeat was racing.

When a line of blood tracked from her nose and another from her ear, the sharpest fear he’d ever felt came over him. “Ah, gods, what is happening to you? Tell me,
cwena
!”

“Poison,” she gasped.

“What are you saying? How? Who did this to you?”

Her back arched sharply, her hands fisting in Rydstrom’s shirt. When she coughed, blood misted from her mouth.

Have to get her help…

“Cadeon!” Rydstrom bellowed.

His brother came bounding up the stairs, barreling into the room with his sword drawn. “What the hell?”

“Sabine’s sick—where is Nïx?”

“I can go get her.”

“Do it, and then meet us at the witch’s coven—”

“Nooo!” Sabine screamed, thrashing in his arms. “No…coven.”

“Easy, baby, we’ll stay. Easy…” To Cadeon, he snapped, “Bring Nïx here. If you can’t find her, then hunt for Mariketa the Awaited. Or even Tera the Fey. She knows poisons.”

Without a word, Cadeon bolted from the room. Rydstrom heard the side door slam shut, then Cadeon’s truck peeling away.

Rydstrom laid his palm on her cheek, wincing in confusion as pain suddenly shot through him, as if he’d laid his hand on a flame. But then her nightgown and the bedclothes were
cold
.

“Hold on for me, Sabine. Help’s coming.”

Pain razored through her body, making her muscles knot. The coppery tang of blood flooded her mouth.
Feels like blades are slicing through my veins, and pumping into my heart.

Rydstrom kept demanding to know what was wrong, staring down at the blood in horror, rocking her in his arms.

She panted in anguish, her eyes squeezed shut. She’d been wrong. There was no way she could withstand this. So stupid, so arrogant to think she could live through this.

And now she’d pay for it.
Unless Rydstrom can bring himself to do what needs to be done.

Her body twisted as the excruciating waves built, her mind overrun with visions of drinking her poison. Yes, downing glass after glass of it…just dripping the searing black granules straight onto her tongue, then swallowing them dry.

Ah, gods, she could accidentally poison Rydstrom with her skin, her blood.
Must warn him.
“Can’t…touch me.”

“Sabine, I have to get you to someone who can help!”

She shook her head violently. “No one here…can.”

Another wave hit. Unthinkable…unearthly
agony
.

Her eyes flashed open when the manic pounding of her heart
stopped
.

Their gazes met. “
Cwena?”
he rasped, “your…heart?”

Over.
Her mind went blank. Her lids eased shut.

His unholy roar shook the room.