Next to her Phillip stirred, his breathing deepening, becoming ragged as his eyes fixed on the scene. Victoria tore away to look at him, saw the feral gleam in his gaze and the unconscious gaping of his jaw… and she knew. Horror sank into her even before she saw the gleam of his fangs… the glint of red in his eyes.
"No!" she screamed.
Lilith released Max and he sagged to the floor. She smiled, her white teeth gleaming. She'd fed elegantly; not a drop of red anywhere.
Phillip had fallen to his knees, panting, next to Victoria.
His eyes were wild, tinted red, for he was still newly undead, and need burned off him. Victoria could smell it, and it sickened her. Her stomach heaved; her head spun.
She clutched the satchel and forced her fingers to still from their trembling.
"You do not like my little surprise? I am sorry that I did not allow him to finish feeding before you arrived. I only allowed him to sample me in order to take the edge off his appetite. He will still enjoy you when I give him the word." She gestured at Phillip. "Rise! You will have what you need when the time is right."
Phillip obeyed and stood next to Victoria, and she realized what Lilith intended when he smoothed a hand possessively down her arm. Her stomach pitched.
"Now we will negotiate, my dear. Although I don't know that there is much room for that; as you can see, I hold all of the cards."
"I still have the book." Although what good it did her, Victoria did not know. Phillip. What had she done to him? By marrying him, by giving in to her selfish needs… she'd brought him here.
Grief numbed her. He was gone, and she could not get him back. He was damned. Evil. Immortal.
"Yes, but the book is worth more to you if you give it to me than if you keep it."
Victoria struggled to turn her attention from the shock and horror of her husband's condition and focused on Lilith. "What do you mean?"
"With the book I can give you what you want, Victoria." Lilith's eyelids sank lower, and she pierced Victoria with her intent. Red glowed, beaming from her blue irises. "I can give you back your husband. Whole. Pure. Mortal, for he has not yet fed on a mortal being."
"How?"
Lilith rose for the first time, and stepped down one step. Her slender hands clasped in earnest at her middle, the long, fitted gown she wore trailed down the steps after her. "It is in the book."
"Why should I believe you?" Victoria's mind worked frantically. She could save Phillip! It was worth it to save a life, to give Lilith the book.
"Because you have no choice. And why would I lie? I have the advantage. I don't need to do anything for you."
"Why would you?"
That was when Lilith stepped right up to her. Victoria kept her eyes focused over the vampire queen's shoulder, but the woman's proximity sent her pulse speeding, snagged her breath and made it her own. She could feel Phillip next to her, struggling to control himself. "Because, my dear, I can give you something else that will also benefit me."
She smelled like roses. Fresh, dewy, beautiful roses. This icon of evil, of rapaciousness, smelled like a summer flower. The epitome of feminity. She smelled like Victoria's mother.
Victoria wanted to gag. She replied instead, "I beg you, don't keep me in suspense."
"I can release you from your vow. I can make you a person, not a Venator. I can set you free. You and your husband."
Her heart hammered. Her hands slickened. Victoria closed her eyes; Lilith continued to speak. "Your aunt didn't tell you there was a way out, did she?"
Victoria shook her head.
"There is always a way out… well, nearly always." Lilith laughed. The sound filled Victoria's ears, echoed inside her brain. "Some of us are bound forever… but not you, Victoria. Not your marquess. You can be free, have a normal life. Is that not what you wish?"
"Ah, yes, I'll give up my powers so you can kill me. That's quite a deal." It was a struggle to form the words, but they sounded cool—at least to Victoria's ears.
She waited to be convinced… she waited to hear Lilith's line of reasoning, praying that it would give her the freedom to make the choice.
"Oh, no, didn't I mention? Along with the release from your vow, there is also an incantation that provides you and your lover with infinite protection from the undead. You will be free to live as you wish… have a child, even… and be protected from all vampires. If you give me the book."
Victoria drew in a deep breath. Everything she wanted. For the price of an old book.
A book that had spells in it that could help Lilith gain power. She would be able to raise demons. She would be able to mask herself from Venators.
Victoria swallowed. The book hung heavy in the bag at her side, along with her conscience. Her heart was numb.
Phillip stood, panting, next to her. Victoria looked at him, and he faced her as if drawn by some invisible thread. The red had faded from his eyes, and his fangs retracted. He looked like the man she loved. The one she'd stood up at the altar with, promised her love and fidelity to.
The one she'd pledged to be bound to for the rest of their lives.
You should have confessed this before we were married, Victoria. It is unforgivable that you did not.
His last words to her hung in her memory, harsh and brutally true.
She had wronged him beyond anything he could have imagined, damning him to hell once his immortal life was ended by someone like her… or to hell on earth as an evil creature living off the blood of helpless victims.
She loved him, and she'd brought him to this.
She could save him… and she could also get what she wanted: freedom from this life. A clear conscience. A mind ignorant of these evils. The same blissful ignorance her mother now had.
And protection from them.
Isolation from the knowledge and reality of the undead.
Victoria's heart beat faster. Her hands moved, digging into the satchel. The leather cover of the book felt rough, the binding split. The pages crackled when she moved them.
"Give me the book." Lilith stood close, but she didn't dare touch it until Victoria gave it to her. Freely.
Victoria could feel her anxiety, her lust for the set of bound pages.
What was she trading? Her life, Phillip's life… for a book.
A book that contained… perhaps… great powers. And perhaps not.
"Stand back," Victoria said to Lilith. Her decision was made. "I will make the trade."
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Most Fortuitous Length of Rope
When Lilith stepped away from him, focusing all of her power and attention on Victoria, Max was finally able to set the rhythm of his own breath. His neck throbbed and burned, but he knew from experience that it could have been worse.
Much worse.
Warm blood trickled over his skin. He pushed himself upright with trembling arms, forced himself to his feet, and shot a hard look at the Guardian who dared to move toward him. No one would risk touching the property of Lilith, which branded him safe—in a manner of speaking.
Rockley had been turned undead. Max had suspected, but wasn't certain until now, when he saw the way Rockley gazed with unleashed lust on his wife. At Lilith's word, he'd feed on Victoria until she died—or worse. But not until he was given leave by his mistress. Not only had she allowed him to feed from herself, but Lilith was holding him off to ensure his complete devotion.
Touching his vis bulla, Max closed his eyes, inhaled the power, and let Lilith's evil seep from his pores. They had to find a way to get out of this place with the book. There was no hope for Rockley.