“You killed my aunt,” she said, her voice scraping in her throat like broken glass.
“No, my lady, you did.”
She flinched a step back. “Erec, why are you doing this? You can’t—you can’t really want—”
He had the same superior, amused expression that he always had when he managed to shock her. “What? Endless Night? I welcome it.”
“But all those times we hunted woodspawn together— You taught me to protect people.”
“No, my lady, I told you to live.” His voice was gently teasing. “Protecting the sheep of this world was your heresy on my doctrine.”
“And telling me to live,” she said bitterly, “that was just so I’d be of use to you, wasn’t it?”
“No,” he said. “I do love you, my lady.”
She snorted. “As a wolf loves its meat.”
“Oh no,” he said. “I went to your village to kill you and your aunt, because there was a rumor that you guarded Durendal. But then I spoke to you and you were brave, and I fell in love with you.” He took a step toward her and she stepped back, running into his desk. “Observe how kind I have been to you. I let you choose to become a bloodbound. I let you choose to make love to me.”
“And if I hadn’t?”
“Might-have-beens are for poets. What matters is, you chose me. And I have chosen you to rule beside me.”
She remembered his voice in the Forest: I bring you good news of great joy.
“So you bring the Devourer back,” she said, “night falls forever, and then . . . we’re crowned king and queen of the forestborn? I suspect there are a few older ones who might take precedence.”
“Oh, certainly. But kingship isn’t what I’m after.” He pressed forward, nuzzling at her neck. “First, darkness. The sun and moon are eaten from the sky, and all the plump, satisfied world screams in horror. That’s what your saints dream of too, isn’t it, judgment on the complacent? Next—the Wild Hunt. No more bowing and scraping to the sanctimonious, the weaklings, and the proud. No more fear and guilt. We ride the steeds of night and we hunt the human race. When we have had our fill of hunting, then will come the dances, the everlasting starlit dances. And finally—” He planted a hand on the desk to either of side of her. “Finally, in the long secret silences, you and me together. World without end, amen. Is that not a paradise worth a little blood, my lady?”
Nothing she said would make a difference. The person she had—not loved, exactly, but been friends with—had never existed. All she could do was convince this forestborn that she was helpless and resigned and wait for a chance to escape.
She drew a slow breath and asked, “Why am I now your lady instead of ‘little girl’?”
He grinned, clearly thinking that he was starting to win her over. “Because you were once a sheltered little girl. But you took up the knife. You were brave enough to face the darkness. And you became strong.”
When she took up the knife, it was the weakest she had ever been.
“Eternity in the Forest,” she said. “Did I ever make you think I wanted that?”
“I think I can make you want it.”
Then he kissed her.
He was a monster. But her body still knew how to desire him. Of course it did; her body had been hollowed out and filled up and transformed by the power of the Forest. How could it help hungering after its maker?
If she wanted any chance to help Armand, she would have to play along with Erec. And it was going to be easy.
She couldn’t bear to think about that. So she kissed him back and didn’t think.
Then somebody knocked on the door.
With a sigh, Erec let go of her. “It’s never ending,” he said, and went to the door. The person outside spoke in low tones she couldn’t make out, and Erec answered just as softly.
Rachelle wasn’t listening very carefully anyway. She gripped the edges of the desk and stared at the floor. She felt like a bubble, a tiny gleam wrapped around nothingness.
“Alas, duty calls,” said Erec, returning to her. “But first—I have a present for you. Something to keep you busy tonight, and console you for all eternity. Come.”
Rachelle slid off the desk. Tomorrow, she thought numbly. And forever. If she didn’t find a way to stop the Devourer, she would become a forestborn, and she would live forever with nothing but this. Pleasure and