The vampire's eyes flickered. "They declared war on your realm when they attacked the sole heir to its throne!"
Her lips parted. Exactly what she'd said to Morgana earlier today.
"They stole the root power of a great sorceress." In a softer tone, he said, "Bett, they executed your mother."
And indirectly killed my father as well. She pinched her forehead. "I understand why you killed them. I thank you for that! But you shouldn't have revealed them in public."
"Of course I should have. It signals to the Vrekeners that they aren't beyond our reach. They can be found, and there will be swift consequences to their actions."
"You sound like Morgana." With your actions, you train others how to treat you.
"In this, she is right. I come from a closed realm, one hidden like Skye Hall. If anyone were to find his way to us in Dacia, the kingdom would be rocked. The Vrekeners will be as well. Failing to retaliate would tell them that they can do whatever they please to you and your kind. Eventually they would attack you again. They would not stop."
She knew this. The hawk would find the escaped mouse. "How did you find the Hall?"
"I didn't, not precisely." He pulled out the leather lead he always wore, showing her the attached crystal. "This is a scry talisman."
"You own an authentic scry crystal?" Did he never run out of surprises?
"It's been passed down from my ancestors for generations. I've only to imagine a being's face, and it will lead me to him."
"You told me my enemies would . . . die bloody."
His fangs sharpened, but then he seemed to make an effort to control them. "Unimaginably so."
"It looked like you tortured them?" Had he given them as much pain as they had her?
In general, she was a compassionate person. But like most Loreans, she savored when her foes suffered.
"I did."
"I think I'd like"-she swallowed-"to know more about that."
He studied her face. "I wanted to uncover where your power is being held. They were resistant at first, but ultimately I learned of a vault."
She nodded. "That's where they store our powers."
"Only the leader knows where it is, and he was out of the territories. I couldn't reach him with my crystal, because I've never seen him. But understand me, Bettina-we'll get your power back. I won't rest until we do. Clearly no one steals from my Bride and lives. I've only just begun this endeavor."
For some reason, she started to believe him.
Then she remembered tomorrow's match. "Did you . . . enjoy hurting them?"
"Every second of it," he hissed. "Before I took each one's head, I forced him to say your name."
"Why would you do that?" They'd died with her name upon their lips?
"I wanted each to acknowledge why death had come for him, to whom he was paying the ultimate debt."
"And they complied? When they knew you were going to kill them anyway?"
"By that point, they did as I commanded-so that I would kill them."
I'd once known pain that great. . . .
"Protecting you is my purpose in life, Bettina. I was born to defend you. To be your shield." He eased even closer, staring down at her. "After a single dream, I also became your sword, your vengeance."
She averted her eyes. "In that dream, did you see my cowardice?"