Demon's Revenge (High Demon Series #5) (15 page)

"Mr. Rjjn, will that be all?" I asked. "I need to get back to my prep work."

"That's all, Reah." I nodded, fuming that he'd used my first name, as if we knew one another. We didn't. And he was still rude, on top of everything else.

* * *

"Did Reah say anything when she came back down?" Zendeval asked Perdil later when Perdil went outside the kitchen to take a break.

"She didn't say a word, just came back and went to work. She makes a stair-step cake for special occasions; a couple arrived who'd just gotten married and they wanted something different. She cut the cake into little steps, iced it and then poured a redberry sauce that flowed down, garnished it with oxberries and mint sprigs and backed it all up with roses and edible lilies. The dessert was beautiful and the couple ate the whole thing, so it must have been good."

"Jerves says she invited him to dinner some K dinside drawnight when she's off," Zendeval said. "Have you seen her husband? Jerves says that Inkle couldn't take his eyes off the man."

"Inkle would know if anyone would whether he's attractive or not."

"I'd like it better if she were unattached."

"Multiple mates are recognized by the Alliance."

"I don't share well, Perdil."

"Ah."

"And if our guests tonight ask for the cooks, I expect you and Master Cook Crade to go out. I don't want Reah near two of them."

"For obvious reasons."

"Yes. For obvious reasons." Zendeval agreed with a sigh and walked away.

* * *

"It's such a treat to have all my sons here with me for dinner," Kaldill stood and raised a glass to Naldill, Faldill, Reldill and Lendill. Lendill watched his father's eyes as he toyed absently with his glass of thousand-year wine. "And I wish to make an announcement," Kaldill added.

Here it comes
, Lendill thought. He wasn't wrong. "I will select my heir at the winter solstice," Kaldill employed power to make each son's glass rise in the air and come to him. He poured a bit of his wine into each glass, symbolically saying that he considered each of them equally. Lendill wanted to snort at the gesture. He was only half-elven and didn't have a chance against the others. His three brothers were pure-bloods and it was likely that Naldill, as the firstborn, would be selected. Lendill knew that if he still lived when Naldill took the kingship, he would never come to the Elven lands again.

"You have decided already?" Naldill asked as Kaldill sent the glasses back to all his sons.

"I think so," Kaldill offered his first son a beaming smile.

"Good." Naldill drained his glass. Lendill watched all of them carefully. Reldill would support Naldill without question, no matter what Naldill asked of him. Faldill might go along most of the time, but if Naldill asked something of him that went against his conscience, he imagined that Faldill would simply disappear, much like Lendill planned to do.

Lendill knew quite well that Naldill held humans in contempt and often wondered why Kaldill failed to see it. Naldill and Reldill certainly hadn't held back from torturing their youngest (and powerless at the time) half-human brother. That mistreatment was also the reason Lendill held back his burgeoning power. It answered readily when needed but he seldom employed it, worrying that his father might learn of it and make him a target for his two oldest brothers again.

Lendill had no idea what the extent of his brothers' power was and had no desire to discover it. Kaldill's announcement was barely three months away, and the human population always held a big celebration on Wyyld at the winter solstice. Lendill imagined that the Elven celebration would be well-hidden in the shadow of the human one.

"What do you plan to do after the announcement?" Lendill raised his glass to his father, who still hadn't taken a drink.

"I'm going to rest and make plans for my Prince-Heir." Kaldill smiled and drank.

"To you, then, father." Lendill drained his glass as well. "I have to get back; I have pirate attacks to deal with."

"I'll take you," Faldill rose from his seat after emptying his glass. Lendill nodded at the youngest of his pure-blood brothers. Faldill wasted no time folding Lendill to Ildevar Wyyld's palace.

"You think he'll select Naldill, don't you?" Faldill paced restlessly inside Lendill's office. Faldill, like his brothers, resembled Kaldill, their father, with shoulder-length golden hair, pointed ears and eyes the color of new leaves in the spring. All three had the glow of the Elven race about them. Lendill knew it was from the power they held.

"He's firstborn," Lendill gave a brief nod that, if he'd known it, closely resembled one of his father's gestures. "And think about it," Lendill went on. "If he'd nodded at Reldill, then Naldill would be plotting even now."

"You're right. Reldill might not live past the next few days if that happened. Not without the power of Gaelar N'Seith behind him—he'd likely be destroyed. Do you think Father will do the Alim'deru immediately after the announcement?"

"It would only be prudent to do so, to prevent any thought of attack," Lendill said. Faldill was referring to a transfer of power, which tapped into and held Gaelar N'Seith, the Elven lands. It made (and kept) Kaldill Schaff King of the Elves. The Prince-Heir would be able to draw upon that power, too, should it be required.

"Brother, I'm sorry if I ever participated in any of the torture Naldill put you through when you were young," Faldill sighed, raking hair back from his face and revealing the delicately pointed tip of his right ear. "You deserved more from brothers who were old enough to understand and know better." Faldill disappeared in front of Lendill's eyes.

"Apology accepted," Lendill murmured to empty air.

* * *

"You seem morose, my dear." Erland brushed Wylend's temple with gentle fingers.

"I am, am I not?" Wylend looked up at Erland Morphis, his devoted lover through six millennia or more.

"You seem so, beloved King."

"I know. And am I beloved? Truly?"

"To me. Always."

"Even when I do stupid things?"

"We all do stupid things."

"What was the last stupid thing you did, Erland? You can't remember, can you?"

"I'm sure there are many things, it's just that I'm surrounded by those who either love me too much or are too nice to point them out," Erland replied.

"How is my great-grandchild?"

"Which one? You have four."

"Your son, Erland. Don't play cat and mouse with me."

"My son is fine, although he's gone off on a special assignment for the ASD. That's his idea of having a vacation."

"It wouldn't be the same assignment Reah is on, now would it?"

"How did you hear about that? And yes, it is."

"I have my ways," Wylend grumbled, standing and stretching. He and Erland had dealt with a full day at court and were about to share a glass of wine before retiring for the night. Erland uncorked the bottle and pour Kttland had deed two glasses, handing one to Wylend, who sipped thoughtfully.

"Did you ever have a toy in your youth, Erland, that you didn't know quite what it was, or how it worked? Did you crush it with your clumsiness, only to find out later what a rare and precious thing it was and that you should have asked for advice before playing with it? Did you?"

"I recall destroying many toys in my youth," Erland sat down and sipped his wine. "I think I blew my entire room apart, once, when I was first discovering my power."

"I remember. Your father took your abilities away for months."

"He did."

"He was my father's devoted love, just as you are mine," Wylend said.

"I am not your only one."

"But Corolan seems distant at times. My fault, I know. I did so many things wrong, Erland. Wyatt's death was punishment. As is Reah's estrangement. She will never return to me. My son finally told me, after I pressed him mercilessly about it."

Erland didn't say anything, but he harbored a resentment against Griffin, Wylend's son. Lissa would barely tolerate Griffin, her father; he'd brought so much emotional harm to Erland's female mate. If Griffin hadn't interfered long ago with a kidnapping, substituting Roff's son, Toff, for Wyatt to prevent his abduction as an infant, then Wyatt might still be alive. So many things had hinged on that one action. Erland at times figured that event had altered the timeline in some way, although he'd never said it aloud.

"I should have told you about the letter before I sent it. I should have known better than to strike out at Reah, who'd just suffered the loss of a child through miscarriage, before she was injured protecting Corolan. I felt slighted and I wanted to hit back, just like a child. Now I have no heir and I have no Queen. Will some conspire against me, as they did my father? Take me down, leaving Karathia in chaos? Erland, tell me what to do," Wylend moaned.

"Stop fretting, my King." Erland took the glass from Wylend's hand and set it on the bedside table. "Come, I will hold you tonight." Wylend allowed his head to droop on Erland's chest.

* * *

Rylend Morphis was more than glad that the voyeur booths were soundproof. Mostly it was a bevy of single males inside them, whooping, catcalling and drinking as they watched couples of all kinds having sex. They could hear as well as see what was occurring in the rooms below and were laughing at the sounds. Ry wanted to shake his head as he observed, but kept his emotions tightly under control. He imagined that if it were only a single male inside the booth, that masturbation would be the response. With a fellow audience, it might not happen quite as often.

Three sets of booths had been inspected already, and Ry had sent messages to his supervisor, saying that they needed to be cleaned more often. Spilled drinks, the scent of semen and remnants of consumed meals were present in several. Each row of booths was set above ten rooms designed for sexual activities. One set remained to be inspected, and they were in the restricted area. Only the visitors who'd purchased upgraded packages were allowed inside those.

Ry left the one he was in after tapping notes in his comp-vid, then walked down the hall and presented his employee chip to the guard standing outside the restricted booths. The guard waved him through after scanning the chip necklace. Steeling himself, Ry opened the first d Kd t cleaneoor. What he found inside was a bit surprising, after the other booths he'd visited.

Only three men occupied this one, watching a particularly pretty young woman with a man Ry imagined was employed by Stellar Winds. He was very well endowed and looked to be trained in the art. The girl was tempted and teased, slowly and surely by her lover, making her beg for release.

Each of the three men held comp-vids in their hands. Ry couldn't see what was on the screens; they were keyed to privacy. Two of the men were tapping their screens occasionally. If they were there to watch, Ry couldn't imagine what would pull them away from the sex happening below. They were older, too, than those normally visiting Stellar Winds.

Ry left and went to the next booth. No one was inside this one; one woman was with two men in the room below. Three of the ten booths in the restricted section were occupied, and only the first one had more than two inside. All the booths were clean and well-maintained, so he gave them a clear pass and went on to his next assignment.

* * *

"That smells wonderful," Perdil breathed in the scent of the freshly-baked chocolate cake as I pulled it from the oven. The cake wouldn't be frosted, that would alter the taste and experience of the dessert. The ice cream was at the perfect temperature inside the freezer; I'd made enough to serve twenty if necessary. The oxberries were large, beautiful and sweet, the raspberries delicious and the sauce was perfect.

Everything was ready to be served in half a click, just as Zendeval Rjjn had requested. Perdil was hovering, watching my every move. I'd been listening to kitchen conversations all day, and learned that some of the assistants had plans to go to a brothel at the Lemon Sea, one of five resorts Zendeval managed.

"Plate up the dessert," Jerves almost ran into the kitchen. The important guests had gone through the meal Master Cook Crade prepared faster than anyone thought they might. I quickly cut eight thin slices of cake, placed the berries and mint sprig, sprinkled the cake with gold flakes and then scooped the gishi fruit ice cream onto the plates last of all.

"Get it out and hurry," I ordered the four waiters who'd followed Jerves into the kitchen.

* * *

"Here it is, our newest and most expensive dessert," Zendeval nodded at the four waiters as they placed dessert plates in front of each of their eight guests. Nedrizif, upon hearing the gishi fruit dessert would be served, had included himself at the private dinner. That was something he seldom did, as he despised most of them.

"Very nice to look at, but does it taste—oh, yes." Dantel Schuul was nearly in raptures as he dipped up a bit of the cake and ice cream and placed it in his mouth.

"Daddy, is this gishi fruit ice cream?" Darletta had only taken a small bite. She wouldn't eat any dessert unless it was perfect. She dipped up a bigger bite the second time.

"This is gishi fruit ice cream, served exclusively by Galedaro's," Zendeval announced proudly. "The recipe was developed by our pastry and dessert cook, and we will serve this for an additional charge of five hundred credits."