Lies in Blood (11 page)

I pushed up on my elbow and looked down at his face; his eyes met mine, all green and lovely, sparkling in the morning light, but the shadows made dark circles under them, showing how tired he was, how tired his soul was. I wiped my thumb softly over the sunken skin and leaned in to kiss his cheek in an innocent, friendly gesture. “Thanks, Jase.”

He slowly cupped the small wet spot my lips left, a smile growing across his face. “You don't need to thank me for saying things you should already know.”

“
Yes, I do. Because you're the only one who ever does.”

He shook his head, still smiling, casting his gaze to the leaves. “You know David will see that kiss in your thoughts, right?”

“
Oops.” I cringed a little.

Jason laughed. “It’s okay. It was worth it.”

“
Worth a week in the dungeon?”

He sat quiet for a second, then nodded once. “Definitely.”

***

I still had no clue if this scroll was a prophecy or a contract. Everyone had very compelling theories either way, but no one seemed to know any truths. Which is what brought me down here to the Scroll Room in the dead of night.

I laid the yellowing document on the table in front of me, not bothering with tweezers to preserve the delicate, ancient paper. Quite frankly, if it got destroyed, maybe all this nonsense would die with it: no more mystery surrounding its interpretation, no more possibility that either my daughter or me have been sworn over to Drake, and no more plans for one of us to be killed on the Stone of Truth with the Dagger of Yahanna so the bad guy could steal our powers. And maybe, just maybe, it would put this nonsense of David dying to rest.

But, I knew that removing the needle wouldn’t undo the sting.

“
Argh!” I huffed, scraping a layer of ash away from the corner of the page. Whoever damaged these scrolls had done a darn good job of it. There were barely any words left to read, and that was if you could even read the Language of the Ancients. Which, I couldn’t. But I did still have Jason’s sheet of interpretations. Only, even
his
words didn’t make sense if this scroll was a contract. It just seemed too melodramatic:
A time will come for the Pure One to rise. In Her Reign Of Light And Hope, she will free the land from the Fated Curse, and bear a child with great power.

I slid the other page of Jason’s English translations over and held the candle up to them so I could see better in this dim, midnight light. The next line said,
A child, possible only if conceived of
pure
? —the question mark circled in red, because he wasn’t sure if the translation for that word was
noble blood, blood of Knight,
or
cleansed
, since they could all mean the same thing. Then there were the next words:
Born as
and
Son
. He’d told me the symbol for those words had no translation—that it was similar to a word meaning
firstborn
, but also to one meaning
disguised
.

I exhaled with a grunt and sat back in the hard wooden chair, propping my feet up on the oak stabiliser under the table. How was I ever going to come up with an answer to this mystery if I couldn’t decide what I believed to be true? Or maybe that was it. Maybe I had to pick a story and go with it.

I pawed over the pages again, comparing the symbols to the English notes.

“
Need some help?”

“
Gah!” I dropped the scroll, blowing out the hard breath that almost became a really loud scream when I saw the familiar face. “Blade? You scared the living hell out of me.”

“
Oh, good.” He pulled up a chair and sat beside me. “If there’s no hell in you, maybe I won’t find you so hot anymore.”

“
Huh?” I issued him a dumbfounded stare.

“
You know,” he explained, rolling his hand around as if I might get the joke. “Because Hell is hot.”

“
Oh. Right.” I looked back at the pages. “Well, sorry to burst your bubble, Blade, but you’re bound by the Curse of the Original Lilith. You’ll love me until you die.”

“
Or until I fall head over heels for someone else.”

“
Good luck with that,” I said. “Not too many worthy female counterparts around here.”

“
Anything’s gotta be better than
you
.” He nudged me with his elbow, flashing a toothy grin.

“
Yes, considering I may be destined for death-by-evil-vampire.”

He leaned in and peered at my sheets. “Hm. Tricky stuff, huh?”

“
Yeah.” I dumped the pages on the desk again and rubbed my face. “You got any ideas what all this means?”

“
A few.”

I turned my head to look at him, but he sat there, his face straight, hands in his lap, looking distracted or maybe bored. “Blade?” I said loudly, slapping his wrist.

“
Okay.” He laughed, snapping out it. “Couldn't resist torturing you a little.”

“
I think I’ve had enough torture for one lifetime.”

“
Ah ha!” He laughed, pointing at me. “Funny.”

“
More like distasteful.”

“
Nah, it was actually funny,” he said in that well-articulated English accent, drawing his chair a little closer to the lip of the table. “Right. So, prophecy or contract? What is the answer?”

“
I think it’s a contract.”

“
As do I, pretty queen,” he said distractedly, his eyes moving over the words. “But, for what, exactly?”

“
A child.”

“
Yes. A child conceived with a firstborn nobleman and a pure Lilithian.”

“
Yes.”

“
And then again, we could be wrong.” He looked up at me.

I sunk back in my seat. “Yes.”

“
So, why the big deal about all this?” He held up the scroll in question. “I mean, what does it matter if we find the truth or not, really?”

“
It doesn’t.” I took the scroll and rolled it up. “I guess I just don’t like questions being unanswered.”

“
Well, Princess Sherlock—” he stood up and pushed his chair in, “—you won’t find the answers by looking at the same sheet you’ve been looking at every night since David arose from the dead.”

I frowned at him, tucking the scroll under my arm. “You’ve been following me?”

“
It’s my job.” He spread both arms out and took a small bow.

“
Not at night.”

His lip curved into a sharp, sideways smile. “I am your eternal servant, My Queen. I am never off duty, especially when I know that
you
know you don’t have a guard on at night.”

“
Why should that matter?” My lip turned up. “What did you think I was up to down here?”

“
Nothing bad. That’s not why I followed you.”

“
Then why did you?” I pushed past him and walked into the storage room; the musty smell of lonely pages was stronger here, closed in by the narrow aisles at least two vampires tall and twenty meters long, the shelves crammed tightly with scrolls and parchments.

Blade leaned his forearm on the doorframe above his head. “I was worried.”

“
Worried?”

“
Yes. About you—about how you’re feeling right now.” He folded his arms. “I actually thought you might be coming down here to cry in privacy.”

I gave a mock pout, grabbing a pile of scrolls. “How sweet. But I’m not that into you, Blade, not enough to cry.”

“
Ha-ha.” He stepped aside to let me pass. “But, seriously, I thought you might be upset about David.”

“
What about him?”

“
About the way he’s been treating you,” he said suggestively.

I stopped walking.

“
Yeah,” Blade added. “I notice everything.”

“
He’s just trying to stamp his seal, if you know what I mean.”

“
I get that.” Blade walked over and pushed in the chair I’d left hanging out. “But he’s all high and mighty about it this week. He’s even hurt
my
feelings.”

I laughed. “He’ll get over it. I’m giving him a gentle period of adjustment. Then, I’ll kick his ass if he snaps at me in public again.”

“
Is he. . .” Blade lowered his face but looked up with his eyes. “Is he like that behind closed doors?”

“
No,” I said, laughing the word out. “He’s still the same sweet David.”

“
M’kay.” He nodded. “Well, I’m just lookin’ out for ya, is all.”

“
Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“
Any time, Sherlock.” He saluted me and grabbed the stone column beside the stairs, using it to sling his body around the corner and out of sight.

“
Morning, My Queen.” Edgar bowed, placing a tray on the edge of my bed.

“
Morning, Edgar.” I sat up a little to look at David. “Where’s the king?”

“
In the crypt, Majesty.” Edgar wandered over and opened my curtains. “He’s given permission for you to dine in bed this morning.”

“
The crypt. What’s he doing in there?”

“
I believe he is carrying out the sentence he passed on the four men from New York this morning.”

“
What!” I shoved the covers back. “I sentenced those men yesterday at Court. They were to be put in the cell block.”

“
My apologies, Majesty.” Edgar bowed. “Perhaps I am mistaken.”

“
No, you’re not, Edgar.” I slipped my robe on and tied the belt around my waist. “David’s gone behind my back.”

I charged forward, ignoring Falcon’s line of questions as my feet moved over carpet then tiles then stone steps, following my memory down through the cell tunnels and the dark, chilly corridors that led to the crypt below the manor.

Row upon of row of caskets lined the walls like bars of gold in a vault, each one containing an ancient skeleton of loved ones passed, or victims of Lilith’s hunger in the days she was alive. I’d been down to the crypt only once—walked into the open cavern of the Main Tomb, and my blood had run cold. It reminded me of a great underground cave, the walls rising high into the air above, almost blue-grey, turning black where the cave went too deep to see. But you couldn’t walk through it. The cave went on forever behind a small brick wall placed as a partition between the floor and an endless drop into nothing—the same endless drop they lowered prisoners into when Drake ruled.

My steps slowed slightly as I reached the end of the tunnel, seeing the orange glow of firelight flicker across the dirt floor, while a hammering sound echoed off the drop. And right where Edgar said he’d be, my husband was fastening the last nail into a coffin—the other prisoners nowhere to be seen.

“
David.” I reached down and grabbed his arm. “What are you doing?”

“
What needs to be done.”

“
No.” I placed my hand over a soldier’s as he and another lifted the coffin. “I made a ruling. I sentenced these men to twenty years in The First Order’s cells, away from their homes, friends, everything.”

“
Take him away.” David waved a hand, standing up, and the soldiers shrugged me off, hooking chains under the casket.

“
How could you go against me like this?” I stood back.

“
Ara?” David drew a long breath, pinching his brow. “This is my ruling, and when you sit in that Court, day after day, and see no more cases like this, you’ll thank me.”