Shadow's Claim

Strongest equaled greatest. Might maketh right. The Deathly Ones considered the Prince of Shadow to be their king.

Once Cas had healed, he'd gone along with the tournament "win" long enough to accept Bettina's summoning medallion and the king's crown of Abaddon. Then he'd turned both of them over to her-along with any claim he had on the throne.

The medallion hung from a lead on her neck, right beside a plain gold wedding band.

She was queen alone in her own right. But her crown, which she'd forged to look like demon horns, sat heavily on her head. . . .

The vampire's poisoning had rocked the kingdom, with almost everyone suspecting Cas. Though she'd blamed Daciano's cousins, she'd felt obligated to ask Cas and Raum if they'd had anything to do with it. When they'd denied it, she'd asked Cas, "Then what was his weakness you were going to exploit?"

"His arrogance, Bettina. His overconfidence. I wanted to use his cold-bloodedness against him. I had no idea he'd turn into an animal."

Chapter 48

Just as Morgana had once predicted, Daciano had turned into an unthinking, savage brute.

Salem hinted around that he was on the trail of the real poison culprit: "Update at eleven." But the sylph could look all he wanted to-he would never reach Dacia. No one could.

Cas said, "You know I can't stay in Abaddon any longer."

She admitted, "I thought this is what you wanted to talk about." From the moment he'd arrived tonight, she'd sensed he was soon to leave. "But I need you here, Cas. You're one of the few people I can completely trust." He was part of the ragtag family she'd assembled, along with Raum, Morgana, and even Salem.

"You don't need me. You're doing an amazing job."

"What if we're to go to war?"

Cas gazed up at the sky. "Do you think the Vrekeners will ever attack?"

She didn't know. Surely, they would have by now. "In any event, I need a general by my side." Raum had declined the position, telling her, "I'll get you settled in, m'girl, but then I want to retire. Maybe learn golf!"

"A general?" Cas scoffed. "They won't follow me, Bettina. But they'll follow you."

Though she had been accepted as queen, in the beginning the reception had been chilly. Basically, her entire populace believed she'd been spurned by two suitors.

Morgana hadn't been here to advise-the sorceress had disappeared, leaving only a message: "La Dorada risen. Happy Accession." So Bettina had followed Morgana's example, holding floor shows every night.

Raum had been instrumental in helping her organize the drunken festivities. Though he hadn't spoken to her about her situation-other than to offer a few gruff but well-meaning platitudes-he'd devoted himself to rehabilitating her image.

He'd taken care of all the heavy lifting with the extravaganzas, leaving her to provide the final touches and Sorceri flair. Gold plus color plus spectacle equaled dazzled demons.

Now when she passed people in the street, they smiled and called her "Good Queen Bett."

Each day, Bettina grew more comfortable in her role as regent, exerting power more confidently. The days of Bettina the Pushover had disappeared, replaced by Queen Bettina, a bold(ish) sorceress. Like Morgana and Patroness, Bettina got what she wanted.

The situation hadn't improved for Cas, though.

"Tina, believe me, I'd rather not go. I hate leaving you after he . . . after Daciano . . . after you lost the male you thought to marry."

The vampire had humiliated her and her oldest friend, but she still missed him to an aching degree. She'd been up and down-cursing Daciano, then yearning for him.

Tonight, I'll make you my wife, he'd said. Bettina eternitate, he'd assured her.

How could the vampire just leave her behind?

Directly before he'd traced away, he'd said: "You've gotten what you've always wanted, sorceress." Had he thought she still wanted Caspion over him? After she'd given the vampire her virginity? After the night they'd shared?

Perhaps the poison had muddled his thoughts?

But then, even before the finals, Daciano had seemed unwell-besieged by that grinding tension. . . .

So many things in the kingdom reminded her of him. She thought of Daciano every time she practiced with her power, or worked in her shop, or simply walked by herself around town.

Merely lying in her bed made her crave him to a staggering degree. She tossed and turned, waiting for him to appear.

It had been their bed-at least for one amazing night.

She had so many feelings bottled up inside her, with no outlet. What she wouldn't give for a chance to talk to him!

Bettina knew exactly what she'd say: Trehan Daciano, I screwed up. I thought you were going to die, and I acted to save you. Clearly, I was too hasty. Sometimes I do foolish things, especially if my entire life is off kilter, and I'm struggling with emotions I've never felt before.

But you . . . your behavior . . . how could you turn into a nightmare?

Sadly she wasn't expecting a sit-down with him anytime soon. He could be anywhere in the worlds.

Now Cas pointed out, "You'll have Salem to keep you company when I leave."

Though Bettina couldn't turn Salem back into a regular phantom, she'd revoked his servitude to her, melted down his copper bell, and made him a partner. He was a full-fledged businessman, even now out negotiating her next commission. "Where will you go, Cas?"