“You could’ve taken me here a long time ago, but I’m glad you didn’t. I’m glad it was now, when I’m in my prime.”
King circled around as he spoke, blocking the door out of the kitchen. “They hurt me first. Lilith—she knows amazing ways to give pain. You know you don’t stand a chance against her.”
“I’m sorry,” Glenna whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. She said I could have you. Eat you or change you. My choice.”
“You don’t want to hurt me, King.”
“Oh yes, he does,” Cian said easily. “He wants the pain in you nearly as much as he wants your blood in his throat. It’s how he’s made. Had she already given you the gift before they threw you off the cliff?”
“No. I was hurt though, hurt bad. Could hardly stand. They had a rope around me when they tossed me off. If I lived, she’d give me the gift. I lived. She’ll take you back,” he said to Cian.
“Yes, I know she will.”
Glenna looked from one to the other. Trapped, she realized, between them. He’d known—she saw that now. Cian had known what King was before he’d let him in the house.
“Don’t do this. How can you do this? To your brother.”
“I can’t have him,” King told Cian. “Neither can you. She wants Hoyt herself. She wants to drink him, the sorcerer. With his blood, she’ll ascend even higher. Every world there is will be ours.”
The sword was too far away, and she no longer had the stake. She had nothing.
“We’re to take Hoyt and the other female to her, alive. This one, and the boy? They’re ours if we want them.”
“I haven’t drunk human blood for a very long time.” Cian reached over, trailed a fingertip down the nape of Glenna’s neck. “This one, I’d think, would be heady.”
King licked his lips. “We can share her.”
“Yes, why not?” He tightened his grip on Glenna, and when she fought, when she sucked in her breath, he laughed. “Oh aye, scream for help. Bring the others on down to save you. It’ll save us the trip up.”
“Rot in hell. I’m sorry for what happened to you,” she said to King as he moved toward her. “Sorry for any part I played in it. But I won’t make it easy for you.”
She used Cian as a brace, swung up her legs and kicked out. She knocked King back a few steps, but he only laughed and moved toward her again.
“They let them run in the caves. So we can chase them. I like when they run. When they scream.”
“I won’t scream.” She rammed back with her elbows, kicked out again.
She heard the rush of footsteps, and thought only, No! So screamed after all as she kicked and struggled.
“The cross. I can’t get past the fucking cross. Knock her out!” King demanded. “Get it off her. I’m hungry!”
“I’ll fix it.” He tossed Glenna aside as the others rushed into the room.
And looking into King’s eyes, drove the stake he’d had at his back into his friend’s heart.
“It’s all I could do for you,” he told him, and tossed the stake aside.
“King. Not King.” Moira dropped to her knees beside the dust. Then she laid her hands on it, spoke in a voice choked with tears. “Let what he was, the soul of him and the heart, be welcomed in a world again. The demon that took him is dead. Let him have light to find his way back.”
“You won’t raise a man from a pile of ash.”
She looked up at Cian. “No, but maybe free his soul so it can be reborn. You didn’t kill your friend, Cian.”
“No. Lilith did.”
“I thought…” Glenna still shook as Hoyt helped her to her feet.