“Apologies, my temper got the best of me.”
I gripped my skirts and spun on my heels, following the trembling attendant out of the room. I had just gotten my sister back, and it would be the coldest day Hell had ever known before I allowed any harm to befall her. Deceitful, conniving wretch that she was, she wasmyblood, and I’d protect her with each drop of mine whether she deserved my loyalty or not.
FIVE
“I won’t askyou to not scheme,” Wrath said once we were tucked into our guest chamber and he’d thrown a ward up to keep our conversation private. “Only to use caution.”
“How could you—what?”
I immediately stopped pacing and spun around, staring. I could hardly believe he was telling me to disregard his royal command. He looked at me intently, and it was then I knew; he’d been scheming himself. I thought back to his careful wording:If any official member of the seven Houses of Sin is found harboring the condemned without notifying me of her capture, they, too, shall be executed. Wrath was well aware that, without our marriage completed, I was not yet officially a member of any House of Sin, and his royal decree didn’t apply to me at all.
My eyes burned with unshed tears. For better or worse, he was my partner and had been guarding my interests. Except this decree did complicate one aspect: he’d not be able to directly assist in my investigation himself, or he’d break his oath. All my ire drained away.
“Your brothers will want your head if they discover your treacherous negotiation.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time.” His smile was predatory. “Nor will it be the last. You forget, their anger will only fuel my power more. I welcome their attempts at war.”
I strode over and hugged him tight. His arms automatically went around me, embracing me back, and I sighed happily. “You are one cunning, magnificent demon. And I’m pleased you’re mine. Even if I did just wish to strangle you.”
“Or incinerate me?” Wrath sounded pleased instead of worried by my show of power.
“I’m sorry if that lapse of control will cause a complication for you.”
“It won’t. And even if it did, I rather like your anger.”
Now that my fury was under control, I focused on what we’d just learned about the murder. Pieces of the story didn’t sit well with me, but I couldn’t quite determine why. “Do you know anything of Vesta’s background?”
“Only that Greed had been searching for her specifically for a few years before she came to his House. We don’t often share secrets regarding our closest counsel, so I don’t know much else.”
“Does Envy?”
Wrath expelled a slow breath, considering. “He might with his spies. But I have my own spies, and they have never uncovered why Greed wanted Vesta to command his armies.”
“That’s odd, isn’t it?”
“Depending on any hidden talents or magic she possessed, it would make sense that he’d covet that. His sin pushes him to acquire things that inspire greed, demons included.”
And yet Sloth had mentioned there were a couple of different types of blood.
“Wasshe a demon?”
“I have no reason to believe otherwise.” Wrath rested his chin against my head before pressing a kiss to it. “What are you thinking?”
“That perhaps she was something other than a full demon. Why else wouldn’t Greed expand on why she was so special and couldn’t be replaced? And why was there so much werewolf blood?”
“During a fight that brutal, blood would have been left by the assailants as well as the victim.”
“I understand that. But Vesta was ripped to shreds. Even if she harmed a wolf severely, she would have lost the most blood—demonblood…”
“It’s a valid point. But the potency of werewolf blood overwhelms our senses. Similar to the scent of a strong astringent. If you smell ammonia, then try to pick out any notes underneath it, the ammonia will always dominate.”
“Blood and bones. All one has to do to get away with murder is splash some werewolf blood around the scene.”
“Which is part of the reason werewolves want nothing to do with demons and vampires. They used to be hunted for that very reason.”
My lip curled in disgust. No wonder the wolves despised vampires and demons.
Putting that gruesome piece of history aside, I thought of other viable options for the case at hand. “If we spoke with Vesta’s family, perhaps we might learn information about who might want to harm her. Who she might have spent time with away from Greed, when she wasn’t training his army. If we know what she did outside of her duties, we might have a solid thread to follow.”