High Demon 3 - Demon's King (12 page)

We were folded back to the house shortly afterward, and the moment I was set down, I ran. Straight to the bathroom in my suite I went, sliding to the toilet on my knees and losing everything I'd had for breakfast, heaving until there was nothing left. And then heaving past that for a while. Teeg came in while I was coughing up the last bit of my stomach's contents. I wanted to tell him to go away. Shout at him to go away. He didn't. Teeg stayed until the very end, when I could finally let go of the toilet and flop miserably onto the floor. I lay there, curled up and unwilling to move. I might have been moaning, too—I can't say for sure.

"Reah, sweetheart?" Teeg was washing my face with a cool cloth. I shuddered. "How long were you sick, baby? Did you hold this back all that time?" Moaning again, I huddled into a smaller ball. I still felt ill—thought I might have to heave again.

"Shhhh, it's all right, Reah. Come on, let's get your mouth rinsed out and put some clean clothes on. Then we'll put you to bed. Marc will bring something to put in your stomach—it doesn't need to be empty, love." Teeg was stroking hair away from my face—it had tangled while I heaved and was now in a mess. Lifting me off the floor, Teeg did just as promised, holding me up while I rinsed out my mouth with shaking hands. Then he pulled my clothing off and put me in clean pajamas. Marc brought in clear broth and crackers. Teeg sat beside me while I did my best to eat some of it. He got me down for a nap, then. Jes was peeking in the doorway most of that time, but Teeg waved him away.

"Go to sleep, baby," Teeg put his fingers against my forehead and I was out immediately.

* * *

Gavril swept up sawdust and wood shavings. Dormas had put him to cleaning up after he'd sanded cabinet doors most of the night. "It always pays to clean up before starting again the next day. Don't ever leave a mess behind," the old vampire advised. "If you work hard the next six eight-days, I'll show you how to varnish what you're sanding." Gavril leaned on his broom for a moment, feeling weary and ready for bed. He nodded to the old vampire and went back to sweeping.

* * *

"Sweetheart, wake up, it's time for dinner." Teeg woke me up from an extended nap. My stomach still felt uneasy, as if the slightest thing might set it off again. I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash—my mouth still tasted awful. Teeg hovered while I changed and dressed. He didn't even argue when I braided my hair and tied it at the end with a ribbon I found in my things. I was barefoot when Teeg lifted me and carried me to the kitchen—I still hadn't spoken to him.

Marc and Jusef had cooked—the fowl was good, I just didn't feel like eating much. Teeg hauled me into the media room and pulled me against him, rubbing my belly while we sat there and watched some old vid he'd pulled from somewhere. I huddled against him after a while. He kissed my forehead and let me lean on him while he rubbed and stroked gently.

Teeg went to bed with me, too. He let me walk to the bedroom on my own while he followed close behind. "Just to make sure you don't wobble," he teased. That was an about-face from earlier in the day. I wanted to ask him about the six dead men we'd found. Also about the three he'd taken prisoner. I didn't. Things were unsettled for me at the moment and I was unsure how to handle any of it.

"Reah, are you going to talk to me again? I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have. I was upset when you were screaming that you hated me." Teeg was pulling me against him, sliding my body across the sheets until I was snugly imprisoned against him. His dark eyes were staring into mine from very close quarters—he bumped his forehead gently against mine.

"Couples fight all the time," I muttered.

"Reah, I don't like fighting with you. I can't help feeling inadequate against two other mates who aren't holding you hostage." His fingers were gentle against my face, stroking and tracing the line of my jaw.

"Will I ever see them again?" My lower lip trembled—I couldn't control it.

"I'll do my best to make it happen, baby." Teeg crushed me against him. I wanted to ask him if I'd see Gavril again too, but that would truly make me cry. He just held me tighter and rocked me gently, muttering nonsense into my hair.

* * *

"Well, well. Look what we have here." Erland walked around the two prisoners he held inside a powerlight cage. Erland Morphis was one of three warlocks who possessed the ability to form a powerlight cage. These two would not escape. King Wylend and Erland's son Ry, were the other two strong enough to do it.

Wylend was reading the note that arrived with the two rogue warlocks. Teeg San Gerxon had sent them as a gesture of goodwill. Wylend had been searching for these, but they'd had power-seeker abilities, eluding all of Wylend's special forces. How Teeg San Gerxon had managed to capture them was a mystery. Wylend wasn't going to argue with the results—these two were a part of the small army of rogues Zellar had trained before getting killed.

"Which cores did you drain before you were captured?" Erland demanded of the two. They shrank back from Erland, although the cage provided some protection. They'd thought a powerlight cage was only myth and rumor. They were learning better, now.

"We didn't drain anything—we did pull power away from a few," the shorter one grudgingly admitted. They weren't going to get away from the King of Karathia or his right hand, Erland Morphis.

"Did you not realize that anything pulled from the core will upset a fragile balance? Did Zellar not explain that to you? Of course not." Erland tossed up a hand. "You've killed millions, more than likely, unless they start the exodus now. The climate will fail, plants and animals will die and then the people. Is that what you wanted when you decided to play your little power games?" Erland was dangerously angry.

"Zellar said it wouldn't hurt if you took what you needed occasionally," the taller one snapped.

"There," Erland hissed, "is a reason that this is forbidden spellwork. It kills the planet from the very first tapping. It may take a while to die, but you've opened the drain. All life on those worlds will run out that drain now. It would take more power than you can possibly imagine to make it right again. Tell me the names of those worlds, so we may pass along the information. Do it now."

"What can provide that power?" The shorter rogue asked.

"The Larentii might do it, but as you know, they do not interfere. They will not lift their hands to save what you have destroyed."

"Why wouldn't they save a planet?" The taller one huffed. He'd never seen one of the blue giants, but their abilities were legendary.

"They have made a vow of noninterference, you imbecile. Give us the names of the worlds you have destroyed with your greed and foolishness, and your deaths will be swift and painless. Failure to do so will force me to call my blood warlocks." Wylend examined his fingernails. The two rogues stared at one another inside their cage.

"Roorthi," the shorter one said. "Xordthe. Shillverr."

* * *

"What's this?" Tory accepted the envelope from his mother, Queen Lissa.

"Something that came with my other mail—ever since they learned I like paper messages, I get swamped with the stuff. You should hear Grant and Heathe grumble about it." Lissa shoved her strawberry blonde hair behind an ear and went back to sorting through other messages she'd received. All of them had been carefully checked before they were handed to her assistants. One had come addressed to
Torevik Rath
,
Le-Ath Veronis
.

"How did they get my name and why would they be writing to me instead of you?" Tory's face bore a puzzled frown as he settled on a chair in front of his mother's desk.

"No idea." Lissa sat down, too—she'd been through a lengthy Council meeting already—Aurelius was grieving over Reah's disappearance and Lissa didn't want to put him through the stress of the Council meetings. Aryn had volunteered, but she'd told him that she'd handle the meetings for the next month. She needed to get a better grip on a few items anyway. Lissa watched as Tory ripped up the flap of the old-fashioned envelope, pulling out the contents. Tory drew in an audible breath as he examined what had been sent.

"What is it?" Lissa was around the desk and beside her son in record time—even for a vampire. Tory turned the paper so his mother could see, causing Lissa to draw in a breath. Two photographs printed on paper. Taken separately and at different locations. One was Reah, standing next to a pool in what appeared to be exercise clothing. The other, with very little surrounding him other than a white wall, was
Gavril
.

"
They are safe
," the enclosed note read. "
They will be returned to you, if you
will agree to a meeting in the future. You will be contacted with a time and place
." No name was signed on the message. As soon as Lissa regained her voice, she was shouting mentally and physically for Gavin, Norian, Aurelius and anyone else who might be listening. Tory, though, touched both faces with a finger. "I love you," he whispered softly.

Chapter 6
 

"There isn't anything. It's like a robot prepared the message and then sealed the envelope." Norian had gotten his team of experts to work on the envelope and the enclosed photographs and message. No fingerprints, no body oils, no residual anything. For all Norian knew, it had been created in a vacuum. It had been a wrench for Tory and Aurelius to hand over the photographs. Lissa, too, wanted the one of Gavril back—he looked to be all right and much the same as he had when he'd left Le-Ath Veronis, heading for the private school he'd attended.

"Could you tell anything from Reah's surroundings?" Aurelius asked. He was grasping at straws—even the Saa Thalarr said something was blocking their ability to
Look
for her and the Larentii had said the Wise Ones had issued a noninterference policy on the whole thing.

"That could be any pool anywhere," Norian grumped. "Perhaps a hotel pool, for all we know." Lendill walked in—Norian had sent a message to his Vice-Director, saying they'd gotten something on Reah and Gavril.

"I didn't get anything from Hild Marolla—he's hit a dead end too," Lendill sighed. Lendill had hopes that the journalist might open doors that would be closed to anyone bearing an ASD badge.

"Did you tell him that if he comes across Denevik, that Jayd wants to know immediately?" Lissa asked Lendill.

"Yes. I told him that the Kifirini King wants his subject to come home—all is forgiven," Lendill muttered, holding the photographs of Reah and Gavril in his hands. Lendill had even contacted his father, hoping Kaldill might be able to do something. Kaldill didn't refuse outright, but then elves seldom did that. Kaldill had merely stated that things would likely work out. Lendill had been even more frustrated after speaking with his father.

"Well, this blows my news completely out of the water," Erland sighed as he appeared suddenly.

"What news?" Lissa looked up at her warlock mate.

"Teeg San Gerxon just handed two of the rogues Zellar trained over to us, free and clear. We got information on three worlds that they started to drain. Teeg wants to lure Wylend to the dark side."

"Teeg's not a bad sort," Tory muttered. "Ry and I worked with him before. What if he's really going to put a decent alliance together? Have you thought about that? I know what he did to Reah, but think about it—she'd be in danger there and he might have wanted to send her home where she'd be safe. Of course, that didn't prevent this." Tory took the photographs from Lendill.

"I've gotten reports that a lot of the kingpins on some of those worlds have met with an untimely demise." Norian was smiling at the thought.

"It only makes sense to destroy your rivals," Aurelius pointed out.

"Could be that. But we haven't seen a great deal of crime as a result—in fact all my operatives are reporting downturns in criminal activity."

"That still doesn't help us with the rogue warlock problem. We still don't know how many of those idiots Zellar trained. I wish I could have been there to see him die." Erland clenched his hands, still angry that someone else had gotten to Zellar when he and Wylend had been chasing him for years. The fool had nearly drained Le-Ath Veronis through Gren, a half-fae and one of Zellar's first trainees. Miraculously, things had been set to rights for Lissa's planet, but they couldn't expect the same for any other world.

"What does Ildevar Wyyld think about all this?" Lissa touched Norian on the shoulder. Norian was Ildevar's adopted heir and sometimes privy to what Ildevar thought about things of this nature.

"Ildevar says he's waiting for a request," Norian sighed. "That's it—waiting for a request. He wouldn't give me anything else."

"Talking in riddles," Tory muttered, nodding.

"Reah looks tired." Aurelius had gotten the photographs back.

"And Gavril looks grim." Lissa pointed at her youngest son's face.

"More like determined," Gavin said. Lissa looked up at her mate before slipping an arm around his waist.

"You know they're holding both of them separately because they're using each one's safety to force the other's compliance," Norian grumped.

"I know." Gavin blew out a breath. Of Lissa's four children, the one who belonged to him had been the one kidnapped. Only Lissa had known what toll this had taken on her first vampire mate.