The Relic (Cradle of Darkness #2) - Addison Cain Page 0,15

stood a chance.

And just like that, he was gone. One moment there, the next not.

I was alone, in a roomful of broken things and scattered glasses. Of immortal blood spilt on the floor and smeared into my skin. What was there to do but seek out the trays of food that had been dropped by the staff and snack? What was there to do but walk over all that shattered crystal and feel my dress catch on the shards?

What was there to do but drink every bottle of wine left to chill until I was thoroughly intoxicated.

Passed out sprawled across a settee.

To hardly wake when strong arms lifted me up and put me to bed.

Cool sheets below, the mattress dipped and a warm body joined me.

And I slept like the dead.

Chapter Six

Vladislov

“Ha! I knew this experience would be something. Just look at your face.” She was adorable with her eyes squinted and her cheeks sucked in. “I used the Yelp.”

Mouth still full of overcooked oyster, my soul asked, “Yelp? Like a howl?”

As if this were some new Vampire power she’d yet to see. How hard it was to restrain the laughter, but I did.

Heroic as ever, I brandished my smart phone and pulled up the app so she might see. “Newspaper editorials are a thing of the past. Now, anyone can blab an opinion for the world to see. As humans so love to complain—especially where they think they might be heard the loudest—a clever monkey designed a platform where people might review a business and then all glory in their opinions.”

Baffled, she stared down at the platter. “So humans like this dish?”

“No. They hated it. And now you are part of that experience! Welcome to the twenty-first century.” Passing her my phone, a device it had taken three days to convince her to touch in the first place, I grinned. “Want to leave a review?”

Missing the concept, but so cute I could literally eat her, Pearl leaned closer to my outstretched hand and told the phone. “The seafood platter isn’t good.”

“Ah.” We’d work on how to use the keyboard later. Tucking my phone away, I pushed back the wobbly chair, in full agreement with how it groaned over uneven wood floors, and offered my queen a hand. “Now, let’s see if humans are correct about the bistro next door.”

Sipping water, still somewhat grimacing, she gave me such a pathetic look. “Does the Yelp say the food there is also bad?”

“No. The chef is a hidden treasure, and she has prepared a feast specially tailored to your tastes tonight.” Which I had assured by sending Fhulendu with her favorite human pet to scout out the location. The human sampled every last dish on the menu, required to fully report each sensation. A twenty-five-page essay waiting for me to indulge in, mostly glorifying the merits of the braised lamb shank. “If you like it, I’ll buy the location. If you’re extremely happy, I’ll kidnap the chef and have her changed. She can prepare your meals for eternity!”

Considering freshly changed humans were such a massive pain, the generous offer most assuredly would impress her.

Except it didn’t.

Though I knew Pearl required sustenance of the mortal variety, the snip dared lie to me, placing her napkin on the table. “I’m full. Thank you though.”

This wouldn’t do. “Someday, you’ll see a human you just have to have. You’ll know your offspring at first glance, or maybe first smell. We, like any species, reproduce.”

“I won’t turn a human into”—she gestured at herself, so full of self-loathing it made the air taste rancid—“this.”

“No. You won’t. Daywalkers can’t. I will have it done for you.” This lesson was far more imperative than the Yelp, honestly. Or even her discomfort when I pinched her chin and raised her eyes to mine. “Mark my words. It is natural and normal. As is reproduction of the more erotic variety. We are a very physical species.”

What power a bit of fresh air and bad food had on my darling. She brushed off my hand and even had the tenacity to glare as she sneered. “I don’t want children of any kind.”

“Your daughter might be hurt to hear you say so.”

Check and mate.

Color draining from her cheeks, Pearl bit her ripe lip. Tugging it between her teeth in a gesture so disconcerted, so dumbfounded, that when her eyes went side to side as if taking in the room—as if the truth might be found on the sticky floors or on the mismatched furnishings—I