Murdoch let the subject go for now. “Ivo has demons. Demons turned vampires. They are strong—you can’t imagine it. He is looking for someone, but I don’t think it’s your Bride. They mentioned something about a ‘halfling.’”
“How many?”
“There were three demonic vampires in his party, other vampires as well. We took down two of the demons, but one remains.” Murdoch glanced behind him. “Where’s your Bride?”
Nikolai hesitated. “She’s at Blachmount. We’re… I’m…” He ran his hand over his haggard face, then said in a rush, “Ever since I tasted Myst’s blood, I’ve been dreaming her memories… ”
It was all Murdoch could do to mask his shock as Nikolai continued talking, the words spilling out. So the memories had followed the blood. Why weren’t his eyes red? Would Nikolai confess this to Kristoff?
Through these dreams, Nikolai had learned that in the past Myst had been a calculating femme fatale who’d used and discarded lovers without mercy. She’d been bent on tricking Nikolai, acting as if she wanted more with him, when she’d actually had ulterior motives.
Before Murdoch could even formulate a response to this, Nikolai delivered yet another bombshell. He’d come into possession of an enchanted chain—that controlled Myst. By owning the chain, Nikolai could make her do whatever he pleased.
This was their understanding? Some kind of enthrallment?
Long moments of silence passed before Murdoch said incredulously, “You took away the free will of a creature who has had it for upward of two thousand years. A good wager says she’s going to want it back.” Nikolai had dealt with war, plague, and famine all in one decade. He’d lost most of his family. And yet he’d always acted honorably. Until now.
It figured that it’d take a woman to break him.
“No, you don’t understand,” Nikolai said. “She’s callous. Incapable of love. It eats at me, her deception, because it’s the only thing that makes sense.” More to himself, he muttered, “Why else would she want me?”
Murdoch weakly grabbed his brother’s wrist. “All these years, I’ve seen you continually choose the best, most rational course, even if it’s the most difficult. I’ve been proud to follow your leadership because you’ve acted with courage and always—always—with rationality,” he grated, stopping for a ragged breath. “I never thought I would have to inform you that your reason and judgment have failed you, Nikolai. If she’s as bad as you say, then you have to… I don’t know, just help her change, but you can’t order this. Get back to her. Explain your fears to her.”
“I don’t think I can. You saw her, Murdoch. Why would she so quickly acquiesce?”
“Why don’t you just ask her?”
His brother’s expression said it all. He didn’t want her to know how desperately he needed her.
“And about the other men,” Murdoch said. “This isn’t the seventeen hundreds anymore. This isn’t even the same plane. She’s an immortal, not an eighteen-year-old blushing bride straight from a convent. She can’t change these things, so if you want her, you have to adjust.”
If her skin can’t be touched, you have to adjust…
Nikolai ran a hand over his face and snapped, “When did you get so bloody understanding?”
Since I met Daniela. Since I nearly died. Murdoch shrugged, then stifled a wince at the pain in his chest. “I had someone explain a few rules of the Lore to me and learned that we can’t apply our human expectations to the beings within it.” Some men’s Brides are untouchable.
“Who told you this?”
I can’t tell you. I took a vow.
Nikolai didn’t press for an answer. “Will you be all right?” he asked.
“That’s the thing about being immortal. It’ll always look worse than it is.”
Nikolai attempted a grin—and failed.
“Good luck, brother,” Murdoch said. As soon as Nikolai left, he lay back, weak from hiding how much pain he was in, and still astounded by what he’d just seen. First my father, then Nikolai, now… me. Was it Murdoch’s inescapable fate to become obsessed with one woman?
After witnessing his brother like this, he came to a conclusion. Murdoch was already ruined without Daniela regardless.
I’ll be broken if I lose her in the future—or if I lose her now.
Now that this realization had struck him, Murdoch was oddly resigned to it. It’s too late for me.
“I’m besotted with her.” He gave a laugh, then grimaced as his wounds punished him for it. At least now he knew.
For the first time in weeks, he felt optimistic about his future. All he had to do was convince her to forgive him. Though he’d proved he was in no way silver-tongued with her, he would somehow figure out a way to persuade her. He always came through when it really counted.
He craved seeing Daniela again and was eager to get this sorted out between them, but he was still too weak, and he didn’t want her to see him like this.
Kristoff had put him on two weeks’ leave, so Murdoch could wait another day or two.
After all, he knew exactly where she’d be.
CHAPTER 28
Danii’s ear twitched a split second before she heard the masculine demand: “Where the hell are you going?”
So the vampire’s returned. “Away,” she said as she zipped up her second suitcase.
“You were just going to disappear without a word?”
“I’ll bet you’ve never done that to a woman. Besides, I didn’t figure you’d even notice I was gone. Thought you’d be busy trolling for humans.”
“I haven’t looked at another woman since—”
“Anyway, I wrote you a note on the dresser,” Danii interrupted, uninterested in whatever he’d come to say.
He snatched up the paper where she’d written: Murdoch, it’s been real. Daniela.
“How were you going to leave?”
“I have ways.” Ways being the one Sno-Cat operator in Russia who would journey to this place, the one due to arrive in an hour.
Murdoch crumpled the note in his fist. “How would I have been able to find you?”
She paused in her packing, briefly glancing up at him. “I guess you wouldn’t.”
Then she frowned. Though he always dressed well, tonight he seemed to have taken great care with his clothes. He wore an expensive sweater and luxe overcoat. His boots had been polished.
She sported a miniskirt and a camisole. With no shoes. “Why are you all dressed up?” she asked irritably.
“This night is important to me.” He was moving stiffly, and stood at an odd angle to her, keeping half of his face in shadow. “I need to tell you something.”
And I need to see why you’re not showing me the other side of your face. She moved to get a better look at him. Stitches? His face had been cut up, and yet he’d still tried to shave. What was so important? “Murdoch, what happened to you?”
“I almost got killed by a few half-demon, half-vampire beings.”
“There’s no such thing.” She waved his words away. “It’s one of the rare ‘myths’ in the Lore that’s actually false.”
“They had horns and fangs and were stronger than any vampires I’ve ever fought. They also had red eyes.”
All Fallen vampires had red eyes, but very few species of demons did. There’d been rumors of Ivo plotting something major. Had he conceived of a way to turn demons into vampires?
“Remember when Deshazior and the kobold said they were different and unfightable?” Murdoch said. “Well, they are.”
She had to contact Nïx about this. Wait… Her sister had mentioned dempires the last time they’d spoken. Demon vampires. Nïx already knew.