what manner is this paragon going to be picked?”
“We’re going to move to a democracy. A long-overdue democracy that shall replace the unjust and unfair convention of monarchy…”
As a whole lot of blah-blah-blahing got its groove on, Rehv eased back, crossed his legs at the knees, and steepled his fingers. Sitting on Montrag’s fluffy sofa, the two halves him of warred, the vampire and the symphath clashing.
The only bene was that the internal shouting match droned out the sound of all that nasally I-know-everything.
The opportunity was obvious: Get rid of the king and seize control of the race.
The opportunity was unthinkable: Kill a fine male and a good leader and…a friend of sorts.
“…and we would choose who leads us. Make him accountable to the council. Ensure that our concerns are responded to.” Montrag returned to the couch he’d been on, sitting down and getting comfortable as if he could hot-air it about the future for hours. “The monarchy is not working and democracy is the only way—”
Rehv cut in, “Democracy typically means that everyone gets a vote. Just in case you’re unfamiliar with the definition.”
“But we would. All of us who serve on the council would be on the electoral board. Everyone would be counted.”
“FYI, the term everyone encompasses a couple more folks over and above ‘everyone like us.’”
Montrag shot over a load of oh-please-do-be-serious. “Would you honestly trust the race to the lower classes?”
“Not up to me.”
“It could be.” Montrag brought his teacup up to his mouth and looked over the brim with eyes that were sharp. “It absolutely could be. You are our leahdyre.”
Staring at the guy, Rehv saw the path as clearly as if it were paved and lit with halogen beams: If Wrath were killed, his royal line would end, because he had yet to sire young. Societies, particularly those at war as the vampires were, abhorred leadership vacuums, so a radical shift from monarchy to “democracy” wouldn’t be as unthinkable as it would have in another, saner, safer time.
The glymera might be out of Caldwell and hiding in their safe houses throughout New England, but that bunch of effete motherfuckers had money and influence and had wanted to take over forever. With this particular plan, they could clothe their ambitions in the vestments of democracy and make like they were taking care of the little people.
Rehv’s dark nature seethed, a jailed criminal impatient for probation: Bad acts and power plays were a constitutional compulsion for those of his father’s blood, and part of him wanted to create the void…and step into it.
He cut into Montrag’s self-important driveling. “Spare me the propaganda. What exactly are you suggesting.”
The male made elaborate work of putting down his teacup, as if he wanted to appear as if he were corralling his words. Whatever. Rehv was willing to bet the guy knew exactly what he was going to say. Something of this nature wasn’t the kind of thing you just pulled out of your ass, and there were others in on it. Had to be.
“As you well know, the council is to meet in a couple of days in Caldwell specifically for us to have an audience with the king. Wrath will arrive and…a mortal event will occur.”
“He travels with the Brotherhood. Not exactly the kind of muscle you can easily work around.”
“Death wears many masks. And has many different stages on which to perform.”
“And my role is…?” Even though he knew.
Montrag’s pale eyes were like ice, luminescent and cold. “I know what kind of male you are. So I know exactly what you are capable of.”
This was not a surprise. Rehv had been a drug lord for the past twenty-five years, and though he hadn’t announced his avocation to the aristocracy, vampires did hit his clubs regularly, and a number of them were in the ranks of his chemical customers.
No one but the Brothers knew about his symphath side—and he would have kept it from them if he’d had the choice. For the past two decades he’d been paying his blackmailer well to make sure the secret was his to keep.
“That is why I come to you,” Montrag said. “You will know how to take care of this.”
“True enough.”
“As leahdyre of the council, you would be in a position of enormous power. Even if you are not elected as president, the council is going nowhere. And let me reassure you about the Black Dagger Brotherhood. I know your sister is mated to one of them. The Brothers will not