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Story: A Bargain So Bloody

“Is it home?”

There was a long pause. So long I wondered if perhaps the vampire had gone to sleep. But then—

“I confess to you, I think I’ve forgotten the meaning of the word.”

Perhaps the vampire and I were more alike than I’d realized.

Chapter Twenty-Five

The Western Vampire Kingdomlooked no different from the Witch Kingdom. We reached it in another day, though I didn’t realize it was so close until the terrain turned from grass to rock as we approached the mountain range.

I’d expected grand, dark spires, a sprawling palace like in the Witch Kingdom capital, vampires patrolling the grounds, with pointed fangs and questions for intruders. At least some other foreboding signs that we had reached what I’d been raised to believe was the seatof evil in Eurobis.

The entrance to Damerel was little more than a cave. Raphael tied Alphonse to a tree at the base of the mountain.

“We can’t leave him,” I protested. Not just because it was foolish to leave a perfectly good horse behind. I’d grown attached to the horse on our journey, and I’d need him when I departed in a few days.

“I’ll send someone to collect him,” Raphael assured me with confidence that would’ve convinced me he was lying if not for the fact he’d just told me vampires couldn’t lie. For the first time, I considered perhaps Raphael wasn’t some common vampire, but perhaps one of the aristocrats he’d mentioned.

Then again, he’d been captured and sent to Greymere. No one had come for him, nor had he reached out to anyone who might be looking for him. I dismissed the thought. He must have meant a friend. Though it was harder to imagine him having friends than him being an aristocrat.

Before we entered, I cast the anti-thrall card I’d bargained for weeks ago. Raphael rolled his eyes.

“You won’t need that,” he said with a scoff.

“You can’t be too careful.” Just becausehisweak thrall didn’t work on me didn’t mean I wouldn’t be in danger from others. I needed every protection possible, even if I would be gone in a few days.

He seemed to debate a retort but thought better of it. Given all his reassurances I’d be safe here for a few days, I’d almost expected more of a protest.

I clutched the modified copper cuffs in my skirt as we moved in, taking mental inventory of the precious few cards I had in my deck. There weren’t many, and hardly any would be useful against a vampire. I had the cursed copper shackles, but given they were broken, and vampires were both faster and stronger, they were as good as shiny paperweights.Defenseless. I loathed the feeling. I swallowed down my worries as the darkness engulfed us.

The stone became smoother the deeper we went. I wasn’t sure if I should expect the oppressive uniform stone of Greymere or the mystical marks from the Temple of Anagenni, but what I found was neither.

In what felt like a few short steps, the cave walls turned into elegant, plastered designs. Raphael moved with purpose, and I hurried after him. In the span of no more than an hour, we were in halls that rivaled those in Ulryne. No—though my memories were fogged by time, they were quite possibly even finer. Rich reds and purples, ornamented with gold designs.

For a moment, I could almost imagine the place was familiar.

Until we reached the first vampire.

Somehow, I’d gotten used to the sight of red eyes on Raphael’s face. I’d let him place his fangs on me. Touchedhim and let him touch me. Felt his unbeating heart at my back as we rode for hundreds of miles.

But if I’d thought that acceptance would carry over to any other vampire, it was quickly erased.

In a few frantic heartbeats, several things happened at once.

The vampire, dressed like a nobleman, bowed at the hips towards us—towards Raphael. His crimson gaze slid to me, and all at once I was backthere, covered in blood, blood, blood. I pawed at my pocket for the copper cuffs, trying to change my helpless nature. I only succeeded in scratching myself on a rough edge.

The distant awareness of pain was nothing compared to how my body reacted as the stranger’s nostrils flared at the scent of my blood. He moved fast, imperceptibly fast to my human eyes, as he surged towards me.

I screamed.

And then the vampire was flying across the hallway. The perfectly ornamented red-and-purple walls caved in as the vampire collided.

Raphael lunged after the vampire, baring his teeth like a wild animal. He lifted the vampire with a single hand.

“Mine,” he snarled.

Chapter Twenty-Six