Still Retta discounted their argument. "This is not the Middle Ages, people. In case you haven't noticed, the wars are over."
"No," Andrei said, glancing past her, toward the door. "I think the war is only beginning."
Frowning at his dire tone, she turned her head to see what had his attention.
Her heart stopped beating as she saw the tall figure dressed in black armor, complete with helm and heraldry.
It was Velkan's.
And he was heading straight for her.
Chapter 3
Retta couldn't so much as draw a breath as Raluca opened the door and Velkan swaggered in. At six foot four, he'd seemed like a giant to her when she'd been human. And again, she remembered the first time she'd seen him. Blood had coated that black armor. The blood of those out to rape and kill her. She could still recall the sound of steel scraping steel as he moved. The sight of his dexterity even though every inch of his body had been covered by armor.
More than that, she remembered the beauty of his face… the tenderness of his callused hands as they caressed her bare skin. The way he'd held her as if she were unspeakably precious, as if he feared she would shatter in his arms and leave him alone again.
Those memories surged and buried all the anger and hatred she'd nursed against him. There for a moment, she wanted to go back to the beginning of their marriage. Back to the days when she had lived and died for this man. When she had trusted him without question.
He had been her entire world.
She'd known this moment would come, and in her mind she'd practiced a thousand things to say to him.
A thousand and then some.
But every one of them fled her memory as he approached her and some foreign part wanted to embrace him after all these centuries. She wanted to rush into his arms and just feel him hold her again.
She'd expected him to curse her or kiss her. To stare at her as if he couldn't believe she was here. To try to strangle her. Something. Anything. But in all her imagined scenarios nothing had come close to what he did next.
He walked right past her as if he didn't know her and seized Francesca in a fierce hug before he danced around the room with her.
Baffled, Retta put her hands on her hips as a wave of rage whipped through her body. How dare he grab another woman and not even acknowledge her! She opened her mouth to speak only to be hushed as the knight started laughing in a tone that was nothing like Velkan's. It was light and almost boyish.
"Oh, my little sister! It's been far too long since I last saw you. How have you been?"
"Viktor," Raluca said with a laugh. "Put Francesca down before you bruise her."
Francesca pulled the bird-shaped helm from his head, exposing his laughing features, as opposed to Velkan's serious countenance. With brown hair and teasing blue eyes, Viktor quickly complied with his mother's orders and set Francesca back on her feet. Laughing, she hugged him close while Retta let out a long breath.
That had been close. Too close in fact and it made her realize that she didn't want to meet Velkan on his terms. She needed to make sure that she had control of their first meeting. That her emotions and body didn't betray her again.
"It's so good to see you," Francesca laughed at her brother. "I've missed you so much."
And those words tugged at Retta's heart as she saw the affection her best friend shared with her family. Retta's own brothers had died hundreds of years ago, as had their entire lineage. There was no joyous homecoming for her. No parents.
No husband.
Nothing.
That hurt most of all.
Viktor paused as he realized that they weren't alone. "Princess Esperetta?"
"Yes," Raluca answered for her.
Panic flickered in his blue eyes. "We must get her out of here before the prince sees her."
Finally someone who actually saw reason.
Raluca waved his words away. "He won't come here this early."
Viktor shook his head in denial. "She can stay the night, but come the morrow, she needs to leave before he learns that she is here."
Francesca argued with him, "I brought her here for protection. She must stay."
"No," Retta said, growing tired of the way they spoke about her like she was a lost puppy who was out in the garage. "I came here because Velkan is planning on putting my father's remains on display."
They exchanged a puzzled frown as Francesca turned a bit sheepish.
Absolute rage tore through Retta's entire being. "Don't tell me you lied."
Francesca cringed. "Only a little. I knew if I told you that, that it was the one thing that would get you to leave Chicago."
In all her life, Retta had never been more livid. "Unbelievable! Un-friggin'-believable. How could you do such a thing?"
Francesca was completely unrepentant. "I did it to protect you."
Retta held her hand up as pure disgust filled her. "Thanks, Frankie. It's not like I have a life as well as clients who need me."
"You can't have clients if you're dead. Besides, Trish is handling them. They won't even miss you."
"Save me the bullshit." She looked at Viktor. "Get me a cab and I'm out of here. Right now."
He started for the counter.
"Viktor," Raluca said in a thick, drawn-out accent. "Touch that phone and you will regret it for the rest of your existence."
He arched both brows as he froze in place. "But Mother… the prince will—"
"I will deal with the prince. You need to prepare yourself for the tour. Now go."
Retta could tell he wanted to argue but didn't dare. Instead, he cast a sullen look her way before he complied with his mother's orders.
"Where is Velkan?" Retta asked Raluca.
"Not to be flippant, Princess, but he is wherever it is he wishes to be."
"You won't tell me?"
Raluca hesitated before she answered. "I will not allow you to blindside him in his home after all he has suffered for you, Princess. I know of your feelings toward him from my daughter."
"And still you side with him?"
Raluca's gaze went toward the blunted spike tip on the wall. "I will protect His Highness with every breath I hold in my body. But for him, I would have been impaled, too." And with those words spoken, she turned around and left Retta alone with Francesca and Andrei.
Retta gave Andrei an expectant look.
"He will be in the Bloody Dungeon later."
"The what?"
"It's a club," Francesca explained. "One where Daimons tend to pick off tourists who want to meet real vampires."
Well, didn't that make perfect sense? "What time does he go there?"
Andrei shrugged. "Any time between now and dawn."
"You are just so helpful, Andrei."
"I try to be, Princess."
"And you fail with such panache."
He ignored her sarcasm.
Sighing, Retta looked at Francesca. "I don't suppose I could talk you into just poofing me home again, could I?"
"You don't like to teleport. It makes you queasy. Besides, I thought you didn't like me anymore."
"I'm bordering on it. But you are the only family I have. Good or bad, and right now it's definitely bad. Let me go home and I will forgive you."
"I can't do that, Retta. Sorry. But trust me, this is for your own good."
Fine then. Come morning, she'd slip away from them one way or another. She looked back at Andrei. "We are one hundred percent sure Velkan won't come to this hotel, right?"
"Oh, I can absolutely guarantee it. He wants nothing to do with your family. He only ventures here once in a blue moon."
That just made her all warm and toasty inside. "Then why do you run this place?"
He grinned at her. "The money. We make a killing on it."
Great, just great. "Whatever. I'm going to bed now. Give me a key and let me put this whole nightmare behind me."