Bound by the Vampire Queen (14 page)

“It’s the reason I don’t trust them,” he pointed out.

“Just imagine the stories I heard about vampires.” She smiled at that. “Yet,
you
came looking for
me
.”

“Well, Gideon did say I was the pretty brother, not the smart one.”

“Only a smart-mouthed one.” She tugged his hair, but settled down comfortably enough, stroking his knee. The sun was going to rise soon. She surveyed their surroundings carefully, gauging whether any of the sun beams could penetrate their position. He wasn’t deep underground, but the forest was ancient and dense. He should be fine as long as the sun here followed a predictable east to west track. She felt his reluctance to close his eyes and leave her on guard duty.

“Sleep, Jacob,” she said firmly. “It’s no different than when we were in the mountains. One watches while the other sleeps, so we each get some rest.”

“In which case, you sleep first, my lady. I'll need more sleep as the day moves toward noon. You sleep now, and I'll sleep from noon to dusk.” Despite her concern for him, it made sense. Plus the blood seemed to have restored him. Adjusting to slip her arms fully around him, she pill owed her cheek on his chest again. She sighed as he banded his arm more securely around her back, fingers stroking her hair along her spine. Then she started humming.

Jacob recognized one of the lullabies he used to lull Kane to sleep. Being young vampires, both he and his son had to go to sleep right before dawn, something she sometimes teased him about.

However, it was one of the best times of day, for often he would cradle Kane in his arms as they lay in their wide bed. The babe would play with fingers and toes, his own and his father’s, and sometimes Jacob let the little fangs pierce him at the wrist or throat, a small sip of his father’s blood. While he held him, he’d hum the songs, rock him, eventually shift him full onto his chest so his heartbeat could help the child fall asleep.

Enjoying the feel of him there, Jacob would drift off that way as well, his arm tucked around him. He’d awake briefly when Lyssa came to put the babe into his crib. As she did, she’d press a maternal kiss to each of their brows. Sometimes he’d lift his head to meet her mouth for a far more suggestive mating, trying to coax her into the bed with him for a while.

However, other times he let it be what it was, enjoying that tranquility.

Now he held her tighter, rocked her a little, because the hummed lullaby put them in the same place, reaching out to Kane with the shared memory of their evening ritual. It also helped soothe her, though he could tell from her mind she was already calm. Exceptionally so, but he knew this side of her, as he knew the matching side in himself. Calm and steady might not mean prepared, because it was difficult to prepare for the unknown, but it was the best way to meet it.

As her voice drifted off, he took up the song.

Looking up, he saw a small group of Fae about the size of the irritated mother, as well as another handful of insect Fae, had lighted on a branch above them, listening. These insect Fae were like crickets, bearing fiddles. Delightfully, they began to accompany his lullaby in chirping notes. Thinking of the music he’d heard when they crossed the portal, Jacob recalled the Fae loved few things as much as music and dancing. Higher up, he saw other eyes.

Birds here and there, roosting for the night. A long limbed mocha-skinned Fae who might be some form of goblin, clad in little more than a loincloth.

He’d stretched out on a branch, the curves of his body molded to it like it was a hammock. He appeared to be listening to the lullaby as well, his lips split back from yellow sharp teeth in a disconcerting yet sleepy grin. Just above him, Jacob caught the quick movement of a squirrel, fluffing her tail and curling it around her nest of three squirrel pups.

Having so recently touched the dryad, Jacob also sensed the spirit of the tree tuning in to their energy, to all the life resting within and upon it. Remembering the young female’s face, the tears that rolled down her cheeks, he wished her well, hoping no more ill befell her. He also wished they knew her name.

The dryad’s situation, Lyssa’s story about her mother, and the stories he knew were laced with as much danger as delightful enchantment. This wasn’t Disney, no matter what it felt like. They wouldn’t be coming to the queen’s court to sing “Kumbaya” together.

Still, he’d learned never to waste the pleasure of holding his sleeping lady in his arms. Singing to her, knowing she trusted him enough to lose herself in dreams—that was enough for this moment.

When he woke her at noon, he noted the debilitating lethargy he typically experienced from the sun at its peak was absent. The Fae world might have a more energizing impact on him than expected, an uplifting thought.

Mindful of his need to stay sharp, he made himself shut his eyes and fall into a restorative slumber while the sun made its afternoon sojourn. Despite his faith in Lyssa’s capabilities, his instincts didn’t sleep.

Which was why just past dusk, he surged up out of the shelter, pushing Lyssa away from the blade swinging toward them. Ducking the arc of the sword, he hit its wielder mid-body, rolling them away from his lady. Unfortunately, before he could scramble off their attacker, he was pul ed off and flipped over, a boot planted in his chest. It held him against the fallen Fae, as another blade pointed at his throat.

He blinked up at a man with wide shoulders, and the unmistakable demeanor of a veteran soldier.

While Jacob expected all high-court Fae to be specimens of physical perfection, like vampires, this one had a wide, jagged scar down the side of his face. A breath closer and it would have taken his eye. The Fae had steady steel gray eyes, a rugged, lined countenance. Silver strands shot through the long dark hair parted over the pointed ears. The tunic over his silver mail bore a white dragon on a blue field.

“Noric was intending to swat you awake with the flat of the blade, vampire, not cut you in half. But good reflexes for a parasite. Noric, you should have anticipated.”

Shoving the blade away, Jacob rolled to his feet.

“Where I come from, a simple good evening and a cup of coffee to wake me would have sufficed.” Lyssa stood with regal dignity at the opening to their shelter, studying the new arrivals with her usual inscrutable expression. Now the male addressed her as if Jacob had not spoken at all.

“I am Cayden, captain of the Queen’s Guard. We are here to escort you to Her Majesty the Lady Rhoswen’s court.”

Three more Fae with matching tunics were a few paces away. Their mounts looked like the muscular Lipizann horses of Earth, except the white coats had an ethereal, hazy gleam, and their large eyes were violet blue, enhanced by purple flowers braided into their manes. Runelike symbols were painted on their coats. As he watched, Noric sprang to his feet and rejoined the others.

Jacob. Come stand behind me.

Though it took an effort, he schooled his face to bland acceptance, and stepped behind her. The captain followed his movements, waiting a beat before sheathing the sword with the practiced ease of familiar use.

“Your escort is appreciated, Captain.” Lyssa nodded. “Do we walk or double your mounts?”

“I'll carry you in front of me. The vampire can wait here. None of our horses will tolerate his kind.”
I don’t need a horse to keep up, my lady. I’ll follow.

“I’m surprised he came with you,” Cayden added.

“He serves me. Where I go, he goes.”

The captain shrugged. “That may be, but he'll likely lose his life here.”

Jacob flashed fangs, shifting a step closer so his chest brushed his lady’s back, her loose fall of hair.

“Then I guess today will be a good day to die, right?” The Fae’s eyes flickered over him. Though his expression gave away nothing, Jacob got the impression he’d said something of interest to the male. Whether that was a good or bad thing remained to be seen. Cayden jerked his head toward the castle hill's. “If you fall behind, we’re headed for Caislean Uisce.”

The Castle of Water. The Fae had picked up some Gaelic in their history. Lyssa gave him a nod, then moved forward at Cayden’s brusque gesture, directing her to his mount. His white horse stood apart from the other four, no need for the reins to be held, the equine a well -trained soldier himself. The saddle was a cinched blanket, no stirrups. Cayden moved to the horse’s head to steady him, but otherwise didn’t offer her a hand up. Lyssa gave him a sidelong glance. “Courtesy to a lady does not exist in the Fae world?”

The cool jade stare was capable of making most men squirm. Cayden was no exception. However, though Jacob saw him shift uncomfortably, he didn’t budge, which suggested he had higher orders not to treat the Lady Lyssa as an honored guest.

Jacob knew she was capable of swinging lithely onto an untacked horse of nearly any size, having been a capable rider for more than nine hundred years, but her dress had a long skirt. With a disgusted look at the captain he didn’t bother to disguise, he stepped forward and lifted her.

She’d barely gotten her seat when the horse’s head swung around, the stallion’s ears laid back.

Jacob slipped back quickly, but the creature still came away with a piece of T-shirt and an ill-tempered look, shifting under the captain’s soothing hand on his muscular shoulder.

“As I said,” he repeated evenly, his expression like stone. “They don’t tolerate your kind.” Jacob ignored him. “My lady. I'll be right behind you.”

She nodded as the captain came around the horse’s head. Cayden gave him a warning look he answered with a blank stare. Lyssa said he sometimes channeled Gideon. However, while his brother had a penchant for scathing repartee during the times it was most likely to get him killed, Jacob had enough restraint to limit his response now to the garden variety eat-shit-and-die look.

Cayden swung up behind her. A soldier would not allow an unknown passenger to ride at his unprotected back, but it was obvious, as he gathered up the reins, that he found the more intimate body contact between them distasteful. It rankled Jacob to see anyone behave disrespectfully to his lady, but it also worried him. If this was the welcoming committee, it made the reception they would find at the castle far more uncertain.

One thing at a time, Jacob. He smells like… ice cream, oddly enough.

She sounded unaffected by the captain’s posturing. Since riding a horse in that manner required intimate contact, Jacob wasn’t unhappy about the captain’s distaste. He hoped trying to stay so rigid made for an uncomfortable, spine-jarring ride for him. However, his lady had her own particular streak of devilry. She’d probably melt back into Cayden like molasses sliding down a particularly straight tree, just to be annoying. He pressed his lips in a grim smile and fell in behind them as the horses set off single file through the forest paths.

A couple miles later, when they broke out of the shelter of the wood, Cayden urged them to a canter.

The horses were swift, but no swifter than those in their world, so with a vampire’s speed Jacob had no problem keeping up. As the castle approached, however, he couldn’t help slowing to get a better look.

The waterfalls covering the castle walls fell down into catch tracks shaped to move the water in multiple curved spirals. In contrast, straight, glittering sheets of water fell over window openings in place of glass. More than a year ago, he’d gone to a mall with his lady where she’d taken him into a large, decorative fountain, sliding behind a small waterfall into an alcove just big enough for two people to take their pleasure of each other. She took more than that, feeding from him and giving him the second mark. The rush of the water, the glittering, translucent curtain, had given them the sense of a private haven away from the world.

Would it feel like that, staying in one of those rooms curtained by a waterfall? As they approached the outer moat, which rivaled a Caribbean sea for blue color, tiny cat’s paws of foam lapped up from its surface, touched by the playful breeze.

“I’d like to get down, Captain.”

As the captain stopped to oblige her, relief evident in his features, Lyssa slid off the mount, bracing herself on his thigh as she did so. He didn’t flinch, but it was a near thing, despite the fact it was purely functional, not the teasing caress Jacob knew she’d enjoy using if she was really trying to unsettle a male.

However, he was satisfied to see the captain had unbent enough to support her elbow as she dropped to her feet. Jacob came to her side, drawing her attention upward. On the highest tower, a large white and silver creature crouched, eyeing them with blue eyes. A moment later, it emitted a loud roar, the wings spreading out in magnificent, intimidating display. Along with the roar came a spout of flame.

“A dragon,” Jacob said, with deep satisfaction. “A real fucking dragon. God, I wish Gideon were here.” Lyssa couldn’t help but enjoy his reaction and entwine it with her own. Dragons perching on castle turrets, fairies putting their babies to bed in flower blooms and gnomes braiding ribbons into the beards of goats… Even surly Cayden, in his mail and gauntlets, hair rippling over his back as he rode his white charger. All of them were images captured in fantasy literature and art time and again by a world longing for the reality of their existence. And she and Jacob were here among them.

“We can’t tarry,” the impressive but irritable captain said. “Follow me now.”

Lyssa sedately proceeded across the drawbridge, Jacob a pace behind. The mist from the myriad falls settled like tiny kisses on her face and hands. The two water channels that ran on either side of the drawbridge down into the moat sounded like chuckling laughter. She saw a school of rainbow colored fish swim beneath the bridge, joined by a pair of mermaids, one with golden hair and one with brown, the strands caressing their bare shoulders like silken seaweed. They swam hand in hand. As the mermaids registered the passing soldiers, they came to the top, their heads breaking the surface.

They spoke in a language Lyssa didn’t know, but it was obvious from the smiles exchanged that fielding the undines’ flirtatious comments was a normal routine for the guard.