Aldric's POV“When do I have to go?” Simone asks. She’s barely feeling any kind of emotion. It’s as if she flipped a switch and turned off all her regular emotions. She has a job to do, and she plans to do it. "Tonight? Or do we have some time?"“I already said that you are not going,” I shoot back.“You are not the boss of me,” Simone says and plants her hands in her hips.“You are dead wrong about that,” I reply, trying my best to ignore the anger swirling around in my chest. “I am the boss of you, and you will listen to me.”“Make me,” she dares me. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted these vampires dead. If Asmodeus is going to exterminate most of the humans and countless vampires, we need to stop him, don't we? That's the right thing to do. And if my blood is the key, then there's nothing to talk about, is there?”“I did not say I wanted Asmodeus dead. I want Baron dead.”“Yes well, things changed didn't it? They both need to die. Asmodeus first, then Baron. And we'll need
Aldric's POVI sit in the window and stare out over the dark mountains while I wait for sunrise. My emotions and thoughts are all over the place. Simone is gone. She left last night with Darrick. We bother agreed that it was easier that way. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to take her to Asmodeus. Vesper came by right after they left, but the moment I saw him I flew into a rage and tried to tear out his throat. To my surprise, I came very close to defeating him. The only thing that stopped me from ramming the Ash stake into his heart was my loyalty to my family.I sat on top of him, holding the stake high above my head. “Why did you do it?” I asked.“I had to. You needed your bride, and she needed you. You complete each other. She makes your stronger?”“What?”“Look at yourself, baby brother. Look how powerful you've become. You managed to overpower me, a vampire twice your age. You could break free of Asmodeus’s influence, something no one can do without a druid's help. No
Simone's POV I am right back where I started. Locked in a room all by myself. I stare out at the dying city below, my heart heavy and soul screaming out to be with Aldric. Every part of me, every cell of my being, misses him. Asmodeus took up residence in a hotel that belonged to a human. He killed the owner and enslaved the staff. The human guests fled in horror only to be met by hundreds of neophytes Asmodeus rallied to his side. It was a bloodbath. Darrick and I landed among the stinking corpses, which no one bothered to incinerate - they just left them there to rot, and for the life of me I couldn't understand why the vampires would choose to do that. “Deep breaths, Daughter,” Darrick said when he saw the expression on my face. “Remember what I told you on the way here. Don’t let Aldric feel your sorrow.” Darrick called a group of neophytes over. To my surprise, they obeyed his order when he commanded them to start a pyre and burn to corpses. “Why do they listen to you?” I ask
Simone's POVThe child looks up at me with big, brown eyes. She knows what's coming. They've robbed her of her innocence a long time ago. She reminds me so much of myself that my heart breaks into a million pieces. I just want to scoop her up and protect her. “Mastuh Ass-mo…Assemos…”“Ass-mo-day-uhs,” I pronounce his name for her.“Yes,” she says with a nod. “Mastuh says you can feed. I taste weally good.”I smile at the little girl’s inability to pronounce an ‘r’ correctly even as my heart keeps shattering. Even at her tender age, she already learned how to adapt to her cruel vampire masters. “That’s okay. I’m not hungry tonight. You can rest.”“Weally?”“Yes.” I swallow past the really dry knot in my throat, knowing it will only get worse and worse. I look around the room for something to distract me, but there’s nothing. “Why don’t you lie down? Take a little nap? You look very tired to me.”“I’m always tiwed.”She is very pale and has deep black circles under her eyes. Poor thing
Aldric's POVI grit my teeth as I shift into my mist form, knowing that I’ll have to stay in this shape much longer than I’m used to or are comfortable with, but it’s the only way I can move through Asmodeus’s hotel undetected by his guards.Rather stupidly, Asmodeus didn’t enchant the whole hotel, just the part where he kept Simone, so it was easy enough to get in. It’s finding my bride that’s proving difficult. The whole place smells like her, yet nothing smells like her. I felt Simone’s fear, and knew it for what it was. She was afraid of herself, of something she might do, and still the only thing that stopped me from barging into the hotel like a raging lunatic was Luban. “Remember what Father said,” he reminded me. “She has to get Asmodeus to trust her.”It's just the two of us, sitting right in the lion's mouth. My humans and our siblings are off, criss-crossing the country, killing Ruth’s offspring as far as they go. Rumours about my whereabouts are already starting to spread
AldricLuban slips the Ash stake into my hand, but Baron notices and quickly tries to stop me. “Wait, wait, wait,” he says. “You can’t kill me. It’s against our laws, and you live and die by our laws, don’t you?”“I stopped caring about the law when Asmodeus took my bride from me,” I hiss. “All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it?”Baron looks up into sky. “My family’s up there. My sons, my daughters, if you kill-”Grabbing the back of Baron’s head, I plunge the stake into his chest. It’s surprisingly easy. His breastplate snaps like a dry twig, and the tip of the stake pierces his heart, but I don’t drive it all the way home.He inhales sharply, his eyes widen in surprise and fear. He swallows against the blood that starts to bubble out of his mouth. “I am their master now,” I whisper in his ear. “You should have remembered that before you came here. They can't touch me.”I'm fairly certain they can. If Asmodeus could be lured into the catacombs to be entombed, then I'm definitely not u
Simone's POV I don’t wake slowly as I usually do, but with a jolt and a screaming headache. I didn’t even know vampires could get headaches. Tonight, unlike other nights, there's a blood bag waiting for me on the bedside table. I'm not thirsty, but hoping it will ease the headache, I tear the bag open and drink half of it before I discard it. I feel sick. Almost hungover, and the blood is only making it worse. I killed people last night. So many that I lost count. Every kill comes crashing in on me at once, each in startling clarity, each ghost fighting inside my head to be seen first. The vampire guard outside my room. I just ripped his head off. The human slave that was in the process of washing the floors. I drank from her until her heart stopped beating and simply dropped her where we stood. The young man that came running from his room to see what was going on. I was so violent with him that I broke his neck. One by one, the murders come to me. I showed no mercy. Vampires a
Aldric’s POVThree weeks. It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen my bride. Since I held her and felt her. Since I inhaled her scent and kissed her lips.Three weeks.And we’re no closer to finding out why Asmodeus is holding on to her than we were on the night Simone stepped into that lion’s den.I expected her to wake up on the night after her bloodlust rampage filled with remorse, but I felt nothing from her. Not even a flicker. She is blocking me on instinct now, and it hurts like hell, but I understand why she's doing it. It's the only way she can stay sane.Luban and I spend most of our time in the basement of one of the many abandoned homes in this town. Asmodeus made quick work of killing as many humans as he could, and the rest fled - most didn't get far before the vampires fell on them and murdered them too.Every night, I watch as Asmodeus leaves with his vampires to kill more humans, wiping out entire camps sometimes. The old magisters keep showing up here, complaining about