And he'd had no clothes on earlier.
"She's mine," Rydstrom seethed. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want to her. And it's nothing that wasn't done to me." His massive fists clenched.
"Hey, hey, no need to slug me, brother. To each his own, yeah?" Had Sabine done such a number on the noble-minded, kingly Rydstrom that he considered this a good idea? If so, then maybe a little tit for tat was in order.
"Once I'm done with her, I'll contact you." When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments.
At length, he turned for the steps. "Fuckall," he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother…?
"You're really kicking me out?" Holly asked Nïx.
They were on their way to look at a home for sale, one that would be "perfect for Holly and the vamon."
"You can't raise a kid at Val Hall," Nïx said. "The lightning danger alone would make it mortally prohibitive."
Holly had gone along with her, too wearied to put up a fight. She'd even agreed to ride in Nïx's Bentley, which was still a mess. Though the clutter still affected her, it didn't bother Holly quite as much as before. "You got rid of the C-4?"
"Oh, gods, yes. That same night, too." She sighed. "Good times."
"How much farther is it?" Holly asked. It was late afternoon, and the winter sun would set in an hour. "We're already twenty minutes out of the parish."
"And we're already here," Nix said, turning into a gated entrance that opened at her approach.
Lined with oaks and magnolias, the drive was winding—and long. "How many acres is this?"
"I dunno. I'm thinking plus-or-minus lots and lots." When the drive opened up, Holly's lips parted. The estate was breathtaking.
Rich landscaping surrounded a three-story, cream-colored mansion. Built in the French Colonial style with steeply pitched slate roofs and arched dormers, it had galleries that ran along the front and sides, with ornate wrought iron rails in glossy black. Three-story-high Doric columns flanked the front entrance.
"It's called Nine Oaks." On each side of the mansion were three ancient oaks, with presumably three in the back. "It's got twelve rooms. Several potential nurseries."
It was weird to talk about things like nurseries. Weirder stilclass="underline" the fact that Holly actually needed one. Meh.
"What do you think?" Nïx asked, as she parked in front of the entry walk.
"It's amazing," Holly said honestly. A crisp breeze was blowing, fanning the damp banana trees and palms. "But don't you think it's a bit grand for me and one kid? The loft would be better."
"This feels like a great place to raise a vamon, no? Well, we're here, we might as well look around."
With a shrug, Holly followed her up the bricked walkway. It split, curving around a fountain—that had nine sprays of water.
They climbed up the six stairs to the porch and found the door was unlocked. "We can just walk in?" Holly asked.
"We're expected."
The furnished interior was just as appealing to Holly as the exterior. It seemed everywhere she looked, things were in threes or multiples of.
Six bar stools, three track lights per strip. Twelve rooms and three stories…All the numbers were working for Holly.
But the office upstairs sealed the deal. The room was spacious and airy and had a huge window that overlooked a pool.
As usual, her attention was drawn to the computer, and she wondered what the owner of this place was packing. It was fired up, with the specs pulled up onscreen. Holly's brows drew together. "This platform isn't due out for another year. No civvie has a system like this. Whose is it?"
From behind her, she heard a rumbling voice: "It's yours, halfling. Because codes don't write themselves."
50
"Oh, come on, Nïx!" Holly glared. "You set me up again? I can't believe you told him!"
"I told him nothing about that."
"About what?" Cadeon asked cautiously.
"None of your business!" Holly snapped. "What do you want?"
"You."
"Play nice, kids," Nïx said. "I'll be in the car. Which may or may not remain here." Then she abandoned Holly.
Holly gave him a bitter smile. "You working with Nïx to trick me—why, that's original!"
"You wouldn't have seen me otherwise, and I have to talk to you."
She noticed then that he'd lost weight. His face was leaner, and he looked weary. Like I care! "I think anything that needed to be said was. I believe it went along these lines: 'You were part of a transaction.'"
"I had to do that. I had to act like I didn't give a damn, or Groot wouldn't have given me the sword."
She grew still. "You have a lot of nerve mentioning that sword to me."
"I came back for you to get you away from him—"
"Really? You see, I wouldn't know that because I only stuck around for Groot's first attempt to hammer a railroad spike in my temple!"
"What did he do to you?" Cadeon strode forward, reaching for her arm.
But she jerked back with a hiss. "Don't you dare touch me! I got myself away before Groot made me his unthinking sex slave and brood mare—no thanks to you."
"I know. I saw you jump."
He truly had returned for her.
"I was diving in right behind you when Groot skewered me with flying swords. I would've been there even sooner, but he poisoned the hilt of the sword, drugging me when I grasped it."
"Why did the castle blow?"
"I threw Groot into his own forge. Unfortunately, I got caught in the blast as well, or I would have been by your side in the village against the Wendigo. Not that you needed my help."
"So had you always planned to come for me? Or did you have a change of heart over bartering me?"
"The plan was to get the sword, kill Groot with it, then get you the hell out of there as quickly as possible."
"Then why didn't you tell me about it?"
"I couldn't. Groot is a mind reader. Demons have blocks, but he would have read you like a book. And I tried to teach you to fight to prepare you in case something went wrong."
"How about not taking me there at all? How about not betraying me? You lied to me the entire time, telling me that I could change back."
"I did, Holly. I lied through my teeth. But I didn't feel like I had a choice. Look, you knew why I needed that sword, but you don't know how badly."
"Oh, but I do. You'd searched for nine centuries for a way to kill Omort, you think it was your fault that the entire kingdom of Rothkalina fell, and you blame yourself for your foster family's death." As she listed these things out loud, it struck her anew how monumental each truly was.
"And there's even more to it. That first night my brother didn't show, it was because he'd been taken by Omort's sister. Tricked by her sorcery and trapped in her dungeon for her to…use."
"What do you mean?"
"Sabine wanted to have Rydstrom's child to take over our kingdom forever. The idea of him in that situation…" Cadeon ran a hand over his face. "For Rydstrom that would have been a fate worse than death. And I thought the only way to free him would be the sword."
"Thought? Past tense?"
"He somehow escaped and got back here. But he's…different. I'm worried about him."
When Holly tilted her head, Cade said, "Will you walk with me?" He was surprised he was able to speak so evenly.
His female was lovelier than he'd ever seen her. Her long blond hair was loose, curling about her shoulders. Her skin was glowing, her eyes bright.
Seeming as if her curiosity got the better of her, she walked beside him.