Cas growled, “Who hurt my mate? Was it Lothaire?”
“If the king thrashes you, how well will you be able to help Kosmina? You choked back your fury earlier with me. You must again. You have a family to think about now.”
Cas sank his claws into his palms, grappling not to attack the king.
Lothaire stalked closer to Mirceo. “Do it. Do it for your sister,” he said. “That is a royal command.”
Do what???
Appearing dazed, Mirceo leaned toward the restrained male—toward his neck.
Cas’s mate was about to bite another! He tensed to fling himself away from Trehan.
Just before Mirceo’s lips made contact, a blood tear tracked down his cheek. He drew back, shaking his head. “I-I can’t.”
Cas knew how much Mirceo loved his sister, could see how starved the vampire was—how could he not bite that male?
Lothaire snapped, “If you don’t drink Kristoff, I will.”
“No way,” the queen—Elizabeth?—said from her throne. “Any more memories’ll send you right over the edge.”
Lothaire gruffly said, “I’ll be fine, Lizvetta. When did everyone get so fucking persnickety over this?”
“Forget it, Leo.”
Lothaire turned to Mirceo, baring his fangs. “Kosmina is in jeopardy.”
Another vampire male said, “Because you sent her out!”
“Do I need to crush your skull again, Viktor?”
A hulking Dacian with a flask in hand—must be Stelian—said, “As if you care about Mina. Let’s not pretend.”
“Kosmina Daciano is my blood relation. Mine. No one takes from me.” To Mirceo, Lothaire said, “Bite Kristoff’s godsdamned neck! Your sister’s life is on the line.”
“I know that!” Mirceo all but sobbed. “This is killing me!”
His pain is my pain.
Trehan increased the pressure on Caspion’s shoulder.
Lothaire thundered, “Do it now! Do you not want your sister saved?” Abruptly changing tack, he softly queried, “Do you think she’s frightened right now? Will little Kosmina cry for you? Don’t you believe she’s already injured?”
Blood tears streaming, Mirceo bashed his fists against his head.
THIRTY-FIVE
Mirceo beat his skull and tore at his hair. Was Mina crying for her big brother? Was she scared? Is she . . . dead?
Though the need to save her clawed at his throat, his fangs were dull and useless. His mind understood why this act was necessary, yet his body remained irrevocably faithful to his mate. Mirceo had even tried to imagine he was about to sink his fangs into one of Caspion’s warm, welcoming veins, but his body hadn’t been fooled.
He’d just thought, I need my demon, when familiar hands seized his wrists. A low voice soothed: “Hey, hey, love. I’ve got you.” Strong arms enfolded him. “Shh, shh. Stop this, vampire. I’ve got you.”
Caspion. Mirceo shuddered from relief. “Am I dreaming you?”
“I’m here.”
Lothaire demanded, “Who the hell is this demon in my court?”
Pride ringing in his tone, Caspion said, “I’m the tracker who’s going to get Mina back.”
How had Caspion found out? How had the demon reached this kingdom?
Anger disappearing as if it had never been, Lothaire returned to his throne. “Continue, demon tracker.”
“If she wasn’t in the Forbearers’ stronghold, then they don’t have her. You waste your time. That’s not the trail.”
“Then who does have her? What is the trail?”
Caspion asked Mirceo, “Does your arm still pain you?”
“Yes. I believe she was injured, and I feel it. Have for days.”
Caspion nodded. “As long as you feel that pain, you know she’s alive.”
“But where?”
“Why would an immortal vampire, a female, not heal from a mere arm injury?”
Realization. His legs gave out, and he sagged against Caspion.
“No, Mirceo,” the demon murmured. “We will find her. And we will heal her.”
Lothaire canted his head. “You think she has the plague. Interesting.”
Interesting??? Mirceo almost attacked again.
Caspion said, “The Gaolers might have taken her to their dimension. Which would explain why your oracle can’t see her.”
“Ah, the demigod devils are riding again? They used to be much more active. Of course, there used to be many more sick vampires before those sweeps began.” To the court, Lothaire said, “If Mina has the plague, then the Gaolers have her. Sadly, she will not be returning home.”
“Leo!” the queen snapped. “You better start behaving yourself.”