"Mr. Valin, where are you going?" she demanded with a hint of impatience.
"To rid us of a pest." Removing the dagger from beneath his coat, he moved with a fluid stealth down the street and slipped into the alley. He con-fronted the silver mist with a frown.
"Reveal yourself, Amadeus."
With an eerie chuckle the mist swirled, forming into the shape of the nondescript vicar.
"Just keeping a guard on my property, Lucien. Neither of us would desire harm to come to the Medallion."
Lucien narrowed his gaze in distaste. "I intend to keep a close guard upon Miss Kingly. Your concern is unnecessary."
The vampire gave an impatient click of his tongue. "The female is meaningless. All that interests me is the power that she unwittingly holds. As long as she maintains possession of the Medallion, I shall be near."
It was a threat that Lucien did not doubt for a moment. Amadeus possessed a single-minded purpose that would make him relentless in his quest to gain command of the Medallion.
"It shall never come to you," he swore in low tones.
Again Amadeus chuckled, his expression mocking as he regarded Lucien.
"It will be mine within the month. There is nothing you can do to halt me."
Lucien clutched the dagger in his hand. "Do you wish to settle this now?"
"Now? That would hardly be logical," the vampire retorted. "The moment is not yet ripe to put my plans in motion."
Plans? Lucien experienced a flare of unease. He deeply disliked the knowledge that the cunning vampire was patiently plotting in the shadows. He was devious and utterly ruthless.
Worst of all, it appeared that he would not be easily swayed into giving up his desperate desire for power.
"I do not desire to destroy you, Amadeus," he said in dark tones, his reluctance unmistakable. "But I will if I must."
"You?" Amadeus stepped forward, his eyes glittering with cold amusement. "Within a few days you will be bored of your role as heroic knight and be seeking more enticing entertainments. You have never been worthy of being a true vampire."
The condemnation struck deeply. There was no denying that many among the vampires had considered him a plague rather than an equal among brothers. Even the Great Council had chastised him for his frivolous nature and lack of responsibility.
And perhaps, deep inside there was a faint doubt that he was equal to the great task laid upon him. A task that might very well have been given to a far more worthy vampire.
He would not, however, reveal any weakness to Amadeus.
"I will not fail," he pledged softly. "I will not."
"Of course you will." Amadeus mocked. "It is as inevitable as my undoubted success. I always win, my poor boy. You would be wise to stay out of my path."
The air around the vampire suddenly shimmered, and in a blink of the eye Amadeus had changed into a large black dog. With one powerful vault he was past Lucien and bounding down the street.
With a curse, Lucien turned to follow, but even as he left the alley, the slender form of Miss Kingly was appearing from the shadows.
"Mr. Valin."
He grimaced with impatience, knowing he could not abandon this maiden to pursue the vampire. There were more dangers than Amadeus in the dark streets.
Calming his fiery desire to discover precisely what the renegade was plotting, Lucien regarded the pale face with a lift of his brow.
"I thought I told you to stay put."
Her pride was instantly ruffled by his stern words. "I do not take orders from you, Mr.
Valin."