"Parts of me, at least."
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered her awed comment when she'd touched her first erection. Struggling for composure, she said, "How did you get past my barrier spell?"
"With ease."
Arrogant male! "Why are you here?" Surely he wasn't one of the competitors. "Are you the first clear-eyed Horde vampire?"
Seeming to grapple with his temper, he said, "I'm not of the Horde."
"Then what? Why are you in Abaddon . . . ?" She trailed off, her gaze fixing on his sword, on the cross-guard over the grip. The forged metal was distinctly rounded-
"A crescent moon?" she cried. "Oh, gods, you're the one Cas spoke of, the Prince of Shadow! You're the assassin from the Realm of Blood and Mist come to kill him!"
The vampire didn't deny this. "He broke the laws of my people. He must pay."
Now everything Cas had told her began to make sense. An assassin without equal . . . the last thing I'll see is a crescent moon. "Please don't hurt him! He didn't realize he'd done wrong."
"Understand me, Bettina, the only thing he didn't realize was that I could find him here. I will dispatch him just as I have thousands before."
He didn't say this in a boastful manner-more like he merely stated an unavoidable truth.
Though Caspion was a powerful warrior, everything about this male convinced her that Cas had been right to fear for his life. There was a chilling lethality about the vampire, a confidence in his own coldbloodedness.
"And what is your interest in a wastrel like him?" he demanded. "Besides what you obviously intended to give to him."
"He's no wastrel! If you hurt him, I will never forgive you!"
Baring his fangs, he grated, "We'll sort this out back in my home."
"What gives you the right to accost me like this, to try to abduct me?"
"I told you who I am. I've told you what you are. You've blooded me. I didn't choose for this to happen with you. Fate decided this. And now we must bow to her commands."
"You can't trace me from Rune!" Olden ways. She was trapped on this plane-until she wed. Raum had used that damned summoning medallion to prevent her from leaving.
"Can't I?" The vampire reached for her, his gaze intent.
When Trehan yanked her na**d body to his chest and tensed to trace home, two things happened: he didn't budge her; pain shot through his palm.
He released her, staring down at three deep wounds in his hand. "What the hell is this?" he roared while she scrambled back under the sheet. "Where is your weapon?" As he wrapped his bloody palm with the ripped sleeve of his shirt, he saw what had caused his injury. When he'd grabbed her upper arm, her gold band had ejected spikes.
Clutching the sheet over her chest, she breathed, "It worked." He detected pride in her expression before she dropped her gaze once more, fiddling with the armlet. With a flip of a hidden lever, the spikes retracted.
All at once, he understood-that was her book collection. Those were her drawings. Weapons, gold-smithing, design . . . "You made that?"
She shrugged.
Clever little sorceress. How did she craft a pressure sensor-
No! With a sharp shake of his head, he reminded himself that he had larger issues to deal with. Namely, how to get her back to his home. "Are you under an enchantment?" He began pacing with frustration, unable to seize the Bride who was just before him.
Blood still ran from his palm. Should've sampled hers!
Could this night possibly decline any further? "Why was I unable to trace you?"
She pursed her lips, her glare telling him she'd answer no questions.
As a natural-born vampire, Trehan was, in fact, physically incapable of lying. If he even attempted to, the words would make his throat burn like fire. So what could he promise to get her to cooperate with him? "Bettina, if you answer my questions, we could leave together-and perhaps I need never return for Caspion." Of course he would return.