Lothaire (Immortals After Dark 12)

Though the potion base bubbled at the ready, the kitchen area was empty. Was Elizabeth outside? Had she regained full consciousness without this concoction?

So much for his imaginings. Hag completing the potion, me administering it, Elizabeth's stubborn gray gaze coming into focus, her arms wrapping around me in gratitude. . . .

Ash vines clutched in his shaking fist, Lothaire rendered himself invisible, half-tracing to the opened patio doors to find Elizabeth, Hag, and Thaddeus doing tequila shooters on the deck.

Relief washed over him as he surveyed the scene. Elizabeth was awake, her eyes bright. She wore cutoffs and a bathing suit top; since Thaddeus wasn't ogling her body, Thaddeus got to live.

Elizabeth was safe, the boy was being a gentleman with her, and Lothaire could tell that Hag had changed the boundary code since he'd left. All was well.

Still, he was furious with the three of them. Though Lothaire didn't know for what. He just knew that his oracle, his woman, his . . . friend did not need to be drinking and laughing together without him around.

Lothaire's eyes narrowed. This felt vaguely like . . . mutiny, but he couldn't precisely say why.

He listened to them talking between shots. Thaddeus was telling tales about him? "Lothaire's the funniest guy you'll ever meet," he said.

"Yeah, right," Elizabeth scoffed. "I can process that as well I did the Cerunnos."

"I'm serious! In the middle of our escape, all the world was going to hell-fights everywhere, explosions going on left and right with bloodcurdling screams. And Lothaire shows up out of nowhere just as calm as he can be. The last we'd seen him, he'd been fighting this huge vampire gang. One of our group asked him how he could possibly have survived that battle. In this deadpan voice, he says three words: 'I'm that good.' "

As the females laughed, Lothaire leaned his shoulder against the doorway, still unseen, casting his mind back to that exchange. He remembered it because Thaddeus had shown him loyalty directly after.

The group had been about to take off in a plane with Declan Chase, bound for escape, but they hadn't wanted to include Lothaire. Yet Thaddeus had demanded that he be allowed on.

Lothaire had declined, of course. Then he'd ordered winged demons to crash the plane-to bring Chase to him.

But Lothaire would never forget that Thaddeus had stood up for him-though the boy would have gained nothing from it.

One of the first instances of true loyalty Lothaire had experienced since his mother had died. . . .

"Tell more," Elizabeth cried, swigging a beer chaser. The area around her lounge chair was covered with crushed snack chips, which made his lips curl. "More!"

"One night, we were taking a time-out in this creepy lab," Thaddeus began. "Torture tools were hanging everywhere, but Lothaire was completely unfazed. He just climbed on top of this cage to go to sleep, telling the rest of us, 'To anyone who contemplates even nearing me while I sleep: I will garrote you with your own viscera.' I mean, who says shit like that?"

More laughter.

By that time, I'd drunk Chase's blood, was already keen to get to the man's memories.

The boy pounded a shooter. "And out on the trail, Lothaire told this burly berserker to watch himself, 'else I'll revisit my juvenile skull-f**king phase.' "

Elizabeth snorted beer out of her nose, and Thaddeus threw back his head to laugh. Hag didn't join them; she knew Lothaire had been serious.

Ah, my mischievous youth . . .

"And he's crazy brave," Thaddeus averred, exhibiting that unmistakable case of hero worship.

But Elizabeth is hanging on every word he says about me. A satisfying feeling.

"Now, that I can believe," she said. "I know he killed a pack of Wendigos."

Thaddeus waved that away. "That was early in the fight. After that, he took on an army of them, saving all our lives. And all the time he was trying to get back to you."

Elizabeth's smile faded. Lothaire could almost hear her thoughts: Not trying to get back to me.

"On the island, I was the one who suspected he had a lady," Thaddeus continued. "When Lothaire got spacey, he'd murmur to me about his young Bride gazing up at him with fear, which, granted, is a little weird to hear-"

"I've returned," Lothaire interrupted. They all jumped, heads whipping in his direction.

He hadn't remembered telling Thaddeus those things. Young? Fear? Definitely not describing Saroya.

Have I always known deep down that Elizabeth is mine?

Her smile returned now. "Lothaire, you're safe."

As are you. After last night's tears-and this morning's terror-she was happy to see him unharmed? "Of course." To Thaddeus, he said, "You've made yourself at home."

The boy gazed down at his beer. "Thought I'd hang out, maybe give you a hand guarding your lady."

"Did you revive Elizabeth?"

"Just helped her along some."

Lothaire gave him a curt nod. "A word, Hag." He traced inside, tossing the vines on the counter.

She followed. "You secured them."

Barely. The guards had been as vicious as he'd expected. Somehow he'd breached their defenses to face Nereus. . . .

As the god handed over the vines with relief, he asked Lothaire about his new Bride, the one Loreans everywhere were speculating about. "Is she anyone I know?"

"She's no one," Lothaire answered truthfully.

"I really thought you'd demand my firstborn."

"As if I'd want your f**king guppy," Lothaire drawled, tracing away before Nereus could strike him down.

"The stock is ready," Hag said as she folded the vines into a bubbling pot. "Not that we need it now." Was the fey slurring?

"How did Thaddeus bring her back?"

"He talked to her, telling her she was protected. Amazing how well she responded to something so simple. I imagine feeling safe is a novelty for her."

Lothaire ignored her censorious tone, attributing it to the spirits, and focused on the outcome. Elizabeth was well, and Thaddeus had demonstrated loyalty yet again.

Maybe the halfling could be an ally of sorts. . . .

Now that Lothaire's worry for Elizabeth had been alleviated, he could finally assess the battle this morning-and its ramifications.

Had that Dacian male truly been his cousin? What other living family did he have on the Dacian side?

Perhaps he was getting closer to finding that kingdom, to finding Serghei. He had to be if they'd targeted Lothaire's Bride so aggressively.

Yet another enemy to contend with. After witnessing their skill with swords, Lothaire would not underestimate them.

And now that Tymur the Allegiant had been dispatched, political machinations among the vampires would ramp up once more. The Forbearers would likely make a play for the throne, led by the natural-born Kristoff-for whom Lothaire held a particularly lethal animosity, and who'd rebelled against the Horde in the past.

But Kristoff had forbidden his army to drink blood straight from the flesh-to forbear. Which violated one of the Horde's two sacred tenets: the Thirst.

Aside from Kristoff there was one other contender, unlikely though she might be.

Much to analyze, moves to predict . . .

"I rolled to find Dorada, but she's far removed from us at present," Hag said.

"Very good," he answered absently, only now remembering that he hadn't predicted Tymur's movements, hadn't slain the vampire with his customary detachment. In defending Elizabeth, Lothaire had thrown away his greatest weapon, had relied on searing instinct.

She is mine.

Reading him so well, Hag said, "You know it's Elizabeth now, do you not? Perhaps you won't slit my throat to my spine if I speak of this?"

He'd been so arrogant during that conversation with Hag, dismissing the idea of a mortal Bride as absurd. He hadn't even bothered to tell Hag exactly how ensnared he was with Saroya.

"How will you get Elizabeth to forget all you've done to her?" Hag asked. "She won't be able to easily, if at all. Trust me on this."

"Doesn't matter if she's my Bride. I can't keep her. My plans must remain unchanged."

Hag blinked at him. "You don't intend . . . ? Lothaire, if you go through with this, it will destroy you."

"I'll be destroyed if I don't fulfill these vows."

"Your mother wouldn't have wanted this for you."

"You assume I speak of the vows I made to Ivana? Perhaps I foolishly made others-"

Elizabeth sauntered in. Tanned, barefoot, grinning in her short cutoffs.

So sexy his thoughts blanked for a long moment.

"Hey, Lothaire. Thad's been telling us all about you. How heroic you are." She sidled up to him with a hip-swinging gait that quickened his pulse. "And you went and got ash vines for me?"

Hag chose that moment to turn her stove to simmer and swerve out of the kitchen onto the deck.

Before he ever decided to reach for Elizabeth, Lothaire found his hands circling her waist. "So certain I did it for you?" he asked, lifting her to the counter.

"Uh-huh. You only needed to keep my body healthy. Not my mind."

He eased his h*ps between her knees. "Perhaps you shouldn't attribute characteristics to me that aren't there."

"And you should stop with the Lothaire-speak." She raised her hand to his chest, making lazy swirls with her forefinger.

"What are you talking about?"

"You ask questions to get around lying. Or you say things like"-she imitated his accent-" 'perhaps you' or 'I'd surmise that you.' Yeah, that's right, vampire, I got your number."

It disconcerted him how quickly she'd learned his tells, but he made his face impassive. "Did you worry for me today? In between tequila shots?"

She sighed. "And you also abruptly change the subject. In any case, I did worry about you, Leo."

"What did you call me?"

"Your initials. Lothaire the Enemy of Old? Sounds like Lothaire the Wizard of Oz. Leo suits you better."

His fingers dug into the counter on either side of her hips. "Enemy of Old is not just a name, it's a designation. It takes bold strokes to survive in the Lore; I've earned the right to be called that."

"Well, right now you've earned your nickname, too."

"Why now?"

"I'm buzzed and you're looking gorgeous and kissable. You needed a nickname."

In all his life, no one had ever called him by one. Nor felt the casual ease to do so. "Why this . . . affection? Last night you were crying. Aren't you angry that I took you to Helvita?"

"I grabbed you," she admitted. "You started to disappear, so I tried to shake you awake."

"Concern for me?" His spike of pleasure was overrun by irritation. "And yet I'd ordered you not to touch me. Why would you disobey me?"

"You called for me, repeatedly yelling my name."

Then some part of him had known Elizabeth was his.

"And you'd told me that you could be killed if you traced in your sleep! After seeing the creatures awaitin' you, I believe it."

His shoulder muscles knotted. "What do you remember?"

"Jumbled bits up to a point, then nothing. Anyhow, I'm past it."

"How could you possibly be?"

"I have something to look forward to." In a solemn tone, she said, "I've decided, Leo, that I'm gonna keep you."

Though everything within him was in turmoil, he calmly said, "Have you, then?"

"Even if you've been the biggest dick imaginable."

He glowered at that. "Insolent chit."

"I'm your Bride, aren't I?"

"The idea of a mortal Bride is ridiculous." Even if the Bride in question makes me weak from wanting.

"I'm calling Lothaire-speak! You didn't answer me."

"How many times have I told you that you're beneath me?"

Instead of being insulted, she smiled. "Should I call you hubby? Or vampire groom?"

Just when he was about to give her a set-down, she leaned in to whisper at his ear, "If you sip me, will you get tipsy?"

His body tensed. "One way to find out."

"Then take me back to your bed and do really naughty things to me while you talk filth in my ear."

He just stifled a growl.

On their way out, he quickly stopped at the deck to tell Thaddeus, "Hag will open a temporary portal for you to get home, paren'. Leave your phone number with her before you go. And of course, you will not give this location to anyone."

"Sure thing, Mr. Lothaire." But again, the boy refused to meet his eyes.

Chapter 40

Something's different about you," the vampire said as soon as they'd appeared in his room.

I figured out some things about myself. "I can't imagine." And about you.

He'd begun doing that predatory stalking thing around her. "If only I could lie so easily. I will find out your secret."

Grasping for a change of subject, Ellie asked, "What were you dreaming of when you traced earlier?" then bit her tongue when she saw a glimpse of raw anguish in his eyes.

His expression grew shuttered. "A memory . . . one of my own. Something I do not want to speak of."