The Immortals After Dark 3: No Rest for the Wicked

She respects that competitor?

"Any others?" Riora asked.

Silence. They all glanced around. When he stood, Kaderin's eyes widened, and she slowly shook her head at him.

"I'm Sebastian Wroth, and I enter as well."

Kaderin briefly raised her face to the glass ceiling.

Muted hisses accompanied his announcement but fell silent wherever he glowered. Clearly, being a vampire had earned him seething hatred in this realm, but it seemed it also earned him some power.

"Which faction do you represent?" Riora asked in an amused tone.

He stared at Kaderin as he spoke. "None."

"Ah, but you must to enter. A sponsorship of sorts." When he turned back to her, Riora nodded winningly and added, "Like cotillion. Or AA." Then her eyes bored into his as if she could see into his mind.

"He's a Forbearer, Riora." Kaderin stood. "A turned human. It's against the law to teach him about this world, and he will learn much in this competition."

"Is this true?" Riora asked.

"I do not align with them." Who to represent now that he'd renounced the Forbearers? That left the Horde, which was as unthinkable an option as the Forbearers.

Then... an idea. A gamble. He turned to Riora. "I represent you."

Riora pressed her splayed fingertips to her chest. "Moi?"

Murmurs erupted. The nymphlike women snickered.

Kaderin shot to her feet. "He can't represent you, Riora. You are not a faction."

"Why, my cold Kaderin, I think you are deeming it impossible."

Kaderin seemed to flinch at the word, parting her lips to argue -

"He was a knight," Riora said.

How in the hell does she know that? Suddenly, he recognized the only explanation. Because she is a goddess.

"He has pledged his sword to me, and I accept."

More murmurs. Kaderin looked as if she'd been slapped. She shot him a look of pure menace.

"Excellent," Riora said with a clap. "Two powerful newcomers to the games." Riora gave Kaderin a speaking glance. "Finally, we might have a real competition."

12

B y entering the Hie, the vampire had just safeguarded his life from every competitor, including Kaderin, at least until the finals.

By representing Riora - a bloody brilliant move - he'd protected himself against the most egregious treacheries from all competitors.

The infuriating vampire was proving difficult to dismiss.

Kaderin was beginning to really remember infuriating. Quite akin to frustrating. She had those two down.

She dropped from the rail once more, intent on reaching the altar to collect her scroll. She waded past obsequious beings, desiring to pay their respects to her, to the Accord, and to the great Freya and mighty Wóden - as if Kaderin could simply text-message two sleeping gods.

"Katja," the vampire said, cutting a path through the crowd as beings dove and cowered from him.

"That's not my name," she snapped without slowing, but he easily fell into step with her. When did it get so hot? She found herself knotting her hair up. "Tell me, leech. Did you enter to keep Bowen from killing you or to prevent me?"

"Leech?" He frowned, then seemed to shake off her insult. "We've established that you can't kill me."

She glared at him over her shoulder. "I ache to make those your last words."

"I am beginning to understand this." He was calm on the exterior, gentlemanly even, but she knew the ferocity that lurked within him - tonight she'd seen it. "If this contest is important to you, then let me help you. I could trace you to many of the places, and you could defeat everyone." He hesitantly reached his hand to her shoulder, but he saw that she was about to hiss, and he drew it back.

"I'm going to defeat them anyway."

"But why not take an easier path?"

"Okay, I'll play." She crossed her arms over her chest, and his gaze dipped to her cle**age. She snapped her fingers in front of his face.

When his eyes met hers, he scrubbed his hand over his mouth. "I apologize." But his expression said he found it worth it. "You were about to... play?"

"Have you ever been to New Orleans?"

"In the United States?" At her nod, he said, "Not yet."

"What about South America?" she asked. "Africa?"

He hesitated, then shook his head.

"Vampires can only trace to places they've already been. So, where were you planning to trace me? Around your backyard?" she asked, with a deceptively pleasant mien that faded in an instant. "Vampire, this game is for the big kids only." She glanced up at the cracked skylight to the lightening sky. Dawn would come in less than an hour. "And it's almost your beddy-bye time."

"I could travel with you, to keep you safe."

"Travel with me? Do you think I would stop and wait around every single day? To cut my time in half because you can't go in the sun?"

He looked as if he'd briefly forgotten a harsh reality and she'd just reminded him. "No, of course not," he said quietly. "I just wanted - "

"You're crowding me. Didn't anybody ever tell you that females don't like to be crowded? One of women's big three turnoffs. Not very sexy."

For some reason, that made him frown, and immediately back off. His voice was gruff when he asked, "What are the other two?"

"You're wearing out number one. How about working on that first?" She turned from him to get to the altar, and surprisingly, he didn't follow.

She passed Scribe, who'd begun cleaning the temple - though not so much as to effect order. He plucked a camouflaging tree limb off the damaged column. When he saw the claw marks, he scowled at nearby creatures, who studied their hooves.

She strode past him with a kindly greeting, addressing him as "Sacred Scribe," which always put him in raptures, and he stumbled on the limb, nervously stuttering a reply.

At the altar, Riora was speaking with two elves, saying something about the "real-time coverage of the competition online" and ordering them to "drive visitors to the site."

Still feeling the vampire's eyes on her, Kaderin hopped up, the only one in the Lore who would dare such a thing. She plucked a scroll from a pile of them and unrolled it. Every competitor would get the same list of tasks - and each list included the talismans or sought objects, the coordinates for finding them, and a brief description. As usual, there were about ten choices of tasks in any given round.

Once Riora was finished with her spate of PR, she said, "And how are your parents, Kaderin the Cold?"