The Relic (Cradle of Darkness #2) - Addison Cain Page 0,53
come here. Considering that all my life what I dreamed of most was to be in your presence, I’m finding now that I don’t like you very much.” Whatever he really was. “I want my boy, and I will leave.”
My escort’s footfalls ceased. “And when I tell you there is no son?”
“Then I’ll call you a liar.” My mind had been played with enough that I was beginning to see where the fingerprints led. In Darius’ effective seduction, the boy he showed me was real. Alive now. AND HE WAS MINE.
Vladislov’s son, a figure a huge portion of the world’s population believed was their savior, said, “What you saw is feral, unnamed, and dangerous. It isn’t a son, it’s a burden.”
Why mince words? “Because Darius made him that way!”
Jesus agreed, eyes full of pity, “Because Darius made him that way.”
“You will give me my boy, or by God I will end you. You who I prayed to all my life and who could hear nothing because you are only a man.” And men were fools who lied and tricked to get their way. “Your cassock doesn’t change that.”
“I’m glad you are beginning to recognize what you see. The cassock is only fabric with the intention to denote station. It’s not real. I hung on a cross as long as you hung from a tree. My father, wings and all, rolled back the stone to set me free once he figured I’d learned a lesson. Stories came and grew wildly out of proportion, just as they will about you to Vampirekind, soul of Vladislov. You won’t be able to stop it, though you will decry the tales time and again. You will be powerless over your own retelling. The wife of a God. The mother of a queen. The keeper of an untamed demon child.”
His complaints or comparisons, I didn’t care. I cared about his roundabout point. “You are not as different from your father as you might imagine. You’re younger, prettier, but just as crazy.”
His smile—I could see what was in that smile now. The smile of my fallen lord was full of secrets. “Your son will need a name.”
“Jasper. That will be his name.” Drawing my arm from the elbow of my companion, I faced him head-on. “Tell me what you want for him.”
He took up the arm I yanked away, leading me toward a better-lighted path bursting with night blooming flowers and the scent of life. “Acknowledge that you are my father’s wife, nothing more.”
Torn red silk splattered with crusted guck, rotting matter, grass stains, and the acrid stink of fear-induced sweat. One tit hanging free. I was anything but a bride. “You want me to lie.”
He shook his head, long hair waving in a way that was far too familiar. “I want you to admit what all of us who have seen you already know. My father isn’t here, so grasp this moment in which I keep him away. The acknowledgment can be between us. Torment him for all eternity as he seeks out your favor. He deserves nothing less. But right here, in this garden, you and I will come to an understanding. Take him as your husband, and you’ll save more than just the boy.”
Fine. I’d trade the only currency I had if that boy would be laid in my arms. Vladislov could have my body and a troth. He would have taken both anyway. “He’s my husband.”
“Are you his soul?” The question was breathless.
“No.” Yes.
Relief fell from the lips of a man I never wanted to see again—a man I wanted to get to know, whose knee I wanted to cry on—who was no different than his father.
And it seemed their agenda was not much different either. Though from where I stood, both of them were blind to that truth.
The family squabbles that would happen over the table would be interesting.
Jade and Malcom would watch them bicker, and I wondered if they would see it too.
Leaning forward to whisper atrocities in my ear, Jesus told me where my son was tucked away. Why he was there. How many I would have to kill to get him.
I didn’t scream. Not then. What would the point be? I didn’t rage at God for the unfairness of what had been done to a child. I simply nodded and turned away from the son of God.
And entered the Cathedral.
The path before me, it was as if I had walked it a thousand times. Those who dared come near