Her gaze fell back to me, piqued with interest I’d spent my entire life learning how to recognize. “Strange, how no one knew that his blood ran in yours.”
She took a step closer, and I took a step backward.
“How strange of him,” she murmured. “To let a daughter live, the closest link to his line, when so many had been sentenced to death for much lesser crimes.” Her eyelashes fluttered. Another step—she was now so close I could feel her body heat from her bare skin, vampire-delicate.
“Half human, yes?” she whispered. “I can smell it.” Her fingers reached for my cheek, my jaw, my throat—
My hand fell to my blade.
“Step back, Evelaena.”
Her nose brushed mine, eyes lifting as her full lips curled. “We’re family.”
If I had to take her down now, I’d have to stab her right in the center of her chest—right over the scar that my father had left on her when she was only a child. What sickening poetic justice.
I didn’t want to kill Evelaena—at least, not yet. We hadn’t even come close to getting what we came here for, and who knew what chaos killing the lady of the house would unleash.
I said firmly, “Step back.”
She didn’t move.
“There you are.”
I never thought I would ever again be grateful to hear that voice. And yet, here I was.
Raihn leaned against the doorframe, taking in the scene with an expression that told me I was absolutely going to hear more about this when we were alone.
Evelaena turned to Raihn, approaching him. She didn’t bother to cover herself. Actually, by the way she was looking at him—with that still-insatiable hunger—it seemed very intentional not to do so.
I found this more irritating than I had any right to.
His gaze flicked over her impassively before returning to me. “Dawn’s coming,” he said. “Forgive me if I need to steal my wife away, Lady Evelaena.”
Evelaena ignored him, her hand going to his chest. I watched the press of her fingers against him and had a hard time looking away.
“Tell me, usurper,” she murmured. “How did my uncle’s dying breath feel? I have so wondered.” Her fingertips rose, dancing over the bridge of his nose, the hollow of his cheekbone. “Was it cold against your face? Or warm?”
But gently, politely, Raihn took Evelaena’s wrists and moved them away, instead slipping a wine glass into her grasp.
“I didn’t take any pleasure in that death,” he said.
And his gaze flicked over her shoulder at the end of that sentence—spoken so solemnly, with far more truth than I expected.
He held his hand out to me. “Come to bed.”
Evelaena stepped aside, still staring at Raihn with a blank, indecipherable look on her face. I placed my hand in Raihn’s.
And then I jumped as Evelaena burst out into uproarious laughter.
She laughed and laughed and laughed. She laughed as she threw her head back and drained her glass of wine, and she didn’t stop as she turned away and staggered back down the hall, not even bothering to put her dress back on.
As her voice faded down the hall, Raihn shot me a silent, wide-eyed, are-you-hearing-this? look.
He leaned close and murmured, “I almost wished I didn’t interrupt, just to see where that was going to go. Wasn’t sure if she was going to seduce you or eat you.”
Honestly, I wasn’t, either.
“I had it under control,” I said.
He squeezed my hand, and it was only then that I realized I was shaking. He pressed his other hand over mine, as if to still the tremors, before letting go.
“I can’t wait to get out of here,” he muttered.
22
ORAYA
Lahor was, so far, not very helpful.
Evelaena had given us all suites near each other. They were once-grand apartments that were now dusty and rat-infested, with cracked windows that let in flecks of the overnight rain over the tile floor. When Mische pulled back the covers of her bed and several roaches ran out, she simply stared down at it with a look of utter disgust on her face, threw the covers back into place, and said brightly, “This can be Septimus’s room.”
This, Ketura had found exceedingly amusing. I think it was the only time I’d seen the woman laugh.
Not that we were doing much sleeping, anyway. The keep had gone eerily quiet, even to the vampires and their far superior hearing. That was when we acted. We went through the libraries, the studies, the empty bedchambers. Septimus’s companions were excellent at slipping through hallways unnoticed, bringing back anything that looked even remotely as if it could be useful. Soon, our chambers were full of a comically mismatched assortment of objects—books, jewelry, weapons, artwork, sculptures. All of them were seriously damaged, reeking of mold or rust. All were presented to me with a silent raised eyebrow of, Well?