Beware the Darkness by Alexandra Ivy

Author:Alexandra Ivy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Published: 2019-05-04T15:08:49+00:00

Chapter 12

Riven strolled forward, staring at the vampire lying unconscious in the center of his private bedchamber.

A complacent satisfaction flared through him, banishing his earlier rage when he’d discovered that Waverly had sent him on a wild goose chase.

She would pay for the way she’d embarrassed him in front of his guards, not to mention the fact that she’d dared to lie to him after he’d offered her the honor of giving birth to his heir. She’d been blessed above all other mermaids and she’d thrown it back in his face.

And for what?

A nasty leech?

Stroking his hand down the smooth staff of his Tryshu, he struggled to contain his emotions.

Behind him the royal guards were crowding into the sitting room, all of them trying to get a peek at what was happening. Belatedly he realized he should have commanded them to remain in the corridor. He’d been so shocked when he’d sensed the magical alarm that he’d placed on the doors to his rooms being triggered, he’d simply reacted.

Storming through the castle, he’d headed directly for the royal chambers, indifferent to the soldiers who’d automatically followed behind him.

Now he realized he had to get rid of them. He didn’t know what the vampire and Waverly had managed to discover, but he couldn’t risk his secrets being exposed.

Pivoting, he eyed his soldiers with a grim expression. “Wait for me in the hallway.”

The captain was predictably bewildered by his command. “But—”

“Now,” Riven snapped.

Without warning, he heard the swish of Waverly’s satin gown. “Rimm, he’s deceiving you,” she called out.

The guard’s brows raised as he tried to peer over Riven’s shoulder. “Princess Waverly?”

“You must listen to me,” she urged.

“Go,” Riven snapped, pointing the Tryshu at his soldier. “Now.”

Rimm scowled, but he wasn’t stupid. The trident could kill a merman as easily as it killed other demons.

Reluctantly he lifted his hand over his head and then motioned toward the far door. As one, the guards turned and shuffled out.

Riven waited until they closed the door behind him before pivoting back to see the princess hurrying toward the vampire.

“Stop right there, Waverly,” he ordered.

She jerked to a halt, stiffly turning to face him. “What have you done to Tarak?”

Riven tightened his fingers around the hilt of his trident. What was wrong with the bitch? She was nothing more than food for the leech, and yet she’d offered him a loyalty she’d denied him.

It was galling.

“He’ll survive,” Riven drawled, his gaze flicking toward the vampire who was lying at an awkward angle. As if he had more than one broken bone. Good. He hoped the creature was in excruciating pain. “I need him. Unfortunately.”

Waverly clenched her hands, tilting her chin in the air. At this moment she looked every inch the princess.

“Because his powers infuse the necromancy pendant you use to trick the Tryshu into accepting your touch?”

Riven’s gaze flicked toward the pendant, his lips curling into a humorless smile. “I was afraid you might have figured it out.”

“How did you?”

Riven shrugged, recalling the centuries he spent traveling from one demon species to another.

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