Watching Miss Kingly safely walk away from the deadly vampire, Lucien slipped the dagger beneath his jacket.
It had been rather a nasty surprise to nearly stumble over the traitor. When he had impulsively decided to follow Miss Kingly through the dark streets, he had been more concerned with the mundane dangers. Thieves, r**ists, murderers. The sight of the Inscrolled slaves, followed closely by Amadeus, had made his blood run cold.
Keeping close enough to rush to the maiden if the vampire desired to harm her, Lucien had remained in the shadows to discover precisely what the renegade would do. For all his frivolous ways, he knew it was imperative that he understand precisely how Amadeus intended to acquire the Medallion.
It had taken only moments to realize that the renegade was intent on wooing the maiden with his supposed sympathies to those poor individuals who littered the streets of St. Giles. And that he was quite willing to kill without remorse to achieve his goal.
The realization hardened his determination.
He would not allow Miss Kingly to be harmed. For once in his existence he possessed a true responsibility. He would not fail.
Waiting until he was certain that the maiden was on her way home, Lucien silently stepped from the shadows and confronted the vampire with a mocking smile.
"My, my, Amadeus," he drawled. "How terribly clever of you to save Miss Kingly in such a daring manner. But then, you have always been clever."
With a smooth motion Amadeus turned to confront him, a cold glitter in his pale eyes.
"Ah, Lucien, I have been expecting you."
Lucien narrowed his gaze in dislike. He had always found the vampire a pompous, ill -
humored man. He was also cruel in nature and took unpleasant delight in causing pain in others.
Unfortunately he was also cunning and dispassionate. Two qualities that would ensure that he would not make a foolish mistake.
Keeping his guard raised, he leaned against the derelict gin house and folded his arms over his chest.
"Poor Molly. I do not suppose she ever realized that she was being butchered just so you would have an excuse to insinuate your way into Miss Kingly's life?"
The thin lips curled into a humorless smile. "In truth she revealed little interest in the reasons for her torture. Like most humans, she was predictably swift to succumb to her terror. They can be so tediously mundane."
"An unfortunate tendency of being mortal, I have discovered."
"Yes.." Amadeus gave a mockingly sorrowful sigh. "And as I was pressed for time, I was forced to be wretchedly clumsy. Her throat, I fear, was quite mangled and her head barely remained attached."
Lucien refused to be goaded into revealing his revulsion. He did not doubt Amadeus was deliberately attempting to prod for some response.
"My sympathies. I know how you dislike a messy kill."
Amadeus gave a delicate shiver. "I do. Unlike Tristan and Drake, who have joined me in the battle for the Medallion, I do not allow blood lust to make me into a savage. It is only a means to a, greater power."
"That is no doubt a great comfort to Molly," Lucien drawled.
The false vicar gave an indifferent shrug. "Sacrifices must be made."
"Why?" Lucien demanded.
"I beg your pardon?"
Lucien slowly pushed himself from the wall. "As you said, you are unlike Tristan and Drake.
You have never placed yourself forward to be considered as a member of the Great Council, nor sought privilege for your undoubted powers. You are a scholar. Why are you here?"
Amadeus smiled in a condescending manner. "I am a seeker of knowledge, not a scholar," he corrected Lucien. "I do not read the words of others or endlessly debate philosophy with those of lesser intelligence. I search for the truth in all its various forms. An impossible task when I was imprisoned behind the Veil."
His arrogance would have been astonishing to all but those acquainted with Amadeus. He rarely disguised his sense of superiority over all others.
"You find truth in the killing of mortals?"