Raum patted her shoulder, startling her. "There, m'girl, that should make you feel better! A Cerunno down. See, I told you this would work out. And look at Caspion." Cas was easily winning a hand-to-hand skirmish with another demon, and actually looked to be . . . enjoying himself?
Her gaze slid to Daciano again. Sheathing his sword, the vampire traced once more, dodging a spear jab to the back, then attacked one of the storm demons, the one who'd called out those vile things earlier.
With what looked to be a practiced maneuver, Daciano seized its horns; the armored male bellowed and thrashed.
To capture such a warrior in his hold . . . Her lips parted. The vampire's strength was unimaginable.
Then Daciano cast her a steady, questioning glance, as if to ask, A boon to be rid of this one too?
Her temper got the better of her as she recalled the demon's disgusting words. I'm only here to plow the princess! Feeling not an ounce of regret, she gave a nod.
Arm muscles bulging beneath his shirt, Daciano shifted his grip. Without so much as a sound-or even a change of expression-he twisted the demon's head on its neck. One rotation. A second. Then he ripped it free with his bare hands.
Before the demon's head had bounced beside its fallen body, the vampire had already seized a second demon competitor. Another questioning glance at her.
So that was what he meant about expanding their arrangement!
Bettina bit her lip, peering around. How bad could these boons be? Daciano wouldn't hurt her; he'd proved that last night. She was his Bride, so he'd want only what was best for her, right?
And he might die in tomorrow's bouts, or even momentarily! How many boons could he collect on before he got killed?
Or maybe she was simply drunk on this power?
Another nod; one instant later, the male was dead.
As she watched Daciano fight-no, fight wasn't the right word; as she watched him ruthlessly execute his opponents, she fully comprehended why Caspion had been certain he would die.
Trehan Daciano's trade was killing. And he was a master of his trade.
Yet as long as he was doing her bidding, he was like an extension of her-a weapon to be utilized. Oh, yes, the power!
Daciano grabbed the repulsive pus demon-who'd actually made a kill-and flashed her an expression that said, Well?
She got greedy. Another nod to the vampire . . . then another.
Before she'd realized how deep in she was, she'd agreed to five boons. I won't agree to any more. That's it!
But then she saw Caspion besieged by enemies, teaming up to take him out. Assuming he was a kingdomwide favorite? Daciano hadn't needed to point that out after all.
One Ajatar had lashed Caspion's leg with a whip, preventing him from tracing. A second raised a handful of fire, readying to bomb Cas with it.
She turned to her godfather, begging under her breath, "Raum, the horn!"
"Caspion will pull out of this. He must! If I end it now, everyone will know why. He will lose the respect he's earned."
"Please! He could die."
Raum couldn't be moved. "Might maketh right, Bettina."
Only one thing could save Cas now. Help him, Daciano! she inwardly cried. Gods, she would do anything, would agree to any number of boons to save Cas.
As if he'd heard her, Daciano glanced up with a scowl, then to Cas and back. He held up five fingers.
She nodded instantly, not even pausing to consider what this would mean in the future.
At once, Daciano traced in front of Caspion, his sword slashing out with breathtaking speed. With one swing, he cleaved through the waists of the Ajatars-and the whip holding Cas. Another swing, and Daciano's bloody sword took the pair's four heads.
Cas staggered back in confusion, no doubt wondering why Daciano hadn't slain him as well. Only then did Raum give the signal to end the melee.