The blood vendettas of the Daciano houses were legion, inherited from their ancestors, with each generation adding new ones. "Then why would you even consider Lothaire?"
"Maybe I have no desire to be king either," Viktor said. "Perhaps I only fight for it because I know I'd be better at it than any of you. Give me a vampire who's actually more powerful than I am, and I'll help guide him as he rules."
From what Trehan had heard-and seen-of Lothaire, the male wouldn't prove easy to "guide."
Viktor viewed the invitation once more, this time with a look of lust on his face. "Zeii mea." My gods. "Fights. To the death." He actually groaned. "You could be in that ring. And with your clear eyes, everyone would think you're a Forbearer." One among an army of turned humans who didn't drink from the flesh. Viktor smiled evilly. "They'll believe you are weak, having no idea what you really are. Already an advantage."
Trehan gazed down at his drink, lost in thought. The fighting didn't factor into his decision whatsoever. If he chose to enter the tournament, he would win. Period.
Instead, his thoughts centered on another battle. Could I possibly win Bettina's affections? On that score, he was much less certain.
"Come, Cousin, there's more that you're not telling me."
Trehan quickly glanced up, the words falling from his lips: "She's in love with another. With . . . Caspion."
Damn it, what did she see in that demon? If those two had had some kind of relationship, then Caspion hadn't been true to her, had been in a brothel this very night.
Viktor winced. "Bloody bad luck, Trey." He sounded genuinely sorry for Trehan.
And yet tomorrow Viktor would plot to murder him all over again.
Unless I'm not here.
"He must die," Viktor said. "Even Mirceo has accepted that."
Mirceo had been Caspion's sponsor into the kingdom, using all his influence to campaign for the demon's acceptance. Mirceo had never expected Caspion to bolt, a first for the charming Dacian.
"You have other assassins under your command," Viktor pointed out. "Get someone else to kill the demon."
Trehan rubbed his brow. "By my hand or by my command won't make a difference with her."
"Is the demon entering the tournament? Then you could kill him in combat."
"I haven't relinquished Dacia yet, Cousin. If I decide to enter-"
"You'll enter."
"-then I will have spent my entire life in service to the kingdom, only to abandon it in a time of need, for a female who doesn't even want me!"
"It makes sense that she would prefer Caspion," Viktor said in a thoughtful tone. "Apparently, he is irresistible to females-and not a few males. There's a reason Cousin Mirceo petitioned for him to enter Dacia. Alas, the demon is much better-looking than you are, old man."
Trehan scowled. "I'm barely older than you are."
"You said your Bride was young. She likely doesn't know her mind yet. Her feelings for Caspion could be nothing more than a schoolgirl infatuation with a dashing demon."
Bettina was woefully young, and she'd obviously been overprotected. Perhaps she simply hadn't been around other males? She might have bonded with the one given most access to her.
Or was this only wishful thinking? He knew his looks didn't compare to the demon's-admittedly Caspion was . . . without flaw-but Trehan had other laudable qualities.
I'm a good killer. A talented scholar. Fuck. How could she possibly resist?
Chapter 10
Then why has fate chosen her for me?
Bettina, Princess of Abaddon, was the only female in existence-and in all times past and future-who'd proved to be his Bride. . . .
He reminded himself that she had responded to him. She'd inhaled deeply of his skin, moaning in reaction. She'd moistened her bloodred lips as she'd investigated him with her soft fingertips. She'd murmured in a throaty voice, "My gods, I love your body."