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he moment Nicolas Dupont had brought his newest pet into The Neutral Zone, her scent had permeated every atom of the air.
And it had driven me crazy.
I could barely stand to see Nicolas in my office, attempting to make his little deal over land that no longer held any interest or value compared to the virgin he’d left sitting in my restaurant downstairs.
He’d been teasing me, and he knew it.
I knew it.
We both fucking knew it.
And we both knew I’d want her.
But maybe only I knew I’d stop at nothing to get her.
She was a virgin, and she was my savior.
Nicolas Dupont could take his arrogance elsewhere. No bayou tract of land would ever be more important than my family name, the royal line of the House of Ricard.
I was glad Nicolas killed my children for their ill-conceived attack on his virgin on the streets outside. I could both take insult at his actions and I didn’t have to kill them myself. They should have known better than to try to take a virgin on my territory.
That honor would belong to me.
Only to me.
As soon as Nicolas left my presence, I’d hurried to Father’s resting place, a mausoleum reachable from our grounds. The whole place had recently been cleaned, a testament to the maintenance our staff kept up as we waited again for the king to rise.
“Father.” I whispered into the dark as I approached the raised dais upon which he slept. “I’ve found our way forward. I am a viable heir after all.”
Strains of my father’s derision leaked into my mind as he fought the stasis that bound him. I chose not to visit him very often because he got into my head despite his frozen features and immobile body. His skin had yellowed, becoming waxy, and it was starting to harden. He needed to wake up and feed soon or he would fade beyond revival.
One day, he simply wouldn’t wake at all. They said madness ran in our family, but both Father’s imbalance of the mind and his regular periods of stasis were due to being alone for too long.
“Father,” I said again. “She is our savior, but…” I hesitated, my next words already bitter on my tongue. “I need you to tell me what to do.”
Father’s laugh echoed inside my head, mocking me. “Always so weak.” His voice was no more than a hiss these days. “So weak.”
“She can secure our future.” I watched him to see if the news would be enough to bring him back. I didn’t want him, but I didn’t know what to do without him. “My efforts haven’t worked before, but she is what we need. She is the cure, exactly as written in our Book of Gray, and she is a virgin as well, Papa.”
I used the old familiar name I hadn’t called him for many years as I sought to ingratiate myself. I hadn’t done much right in my life, but I could do this. I finally had a way to make him proud.
Memories of the beatings and bruises too numerous to recall individually were bile in my throat, sourness on my tongue, fog clouding my mind.
Weak. How I hated that word.
“Francois, you’re weak,” he repeated. That sentence had echoed through our halls and up the staircases, across the gardens and all of New Orleans.
All of my people knew I wasn’t the man my father would have chosen to inherit his throne. That honor should have gone to Loïc, but he was gone. My older brother, taken in a feat of bravery while I’d hidden in Mother’s skirts.
I hadn’t even been able to save Mother. I’d run away. Father had lost everything that day.
His mate, his heir.
But maybe now I could offer him some of the old glory and a son finally worthy of continuing his rule. With virgin blood inside me, my people would truly be my people. They couldn’t ignore the old ways. It would take a virgin to elevate me to the throne, and the power of her blood would keep me there. We would enhance each other, and I would keep her with me always.
Nicolas’s virgin would save my future. She would be mine.
She could save me.
Perhaps she would even grow to like me.
And Father would be proud.
“I can do this, Father. I have a plan.” I continued to whisper, my urgent words tumbling over themselves as he lay peaceful in his stasis. “I’m going to take her and keep her until the time is right, until you tell me to use her.”
Father’s laugh was less mocking this time. More like the rustle of fallen leaves when the wind stirred them over a sidewalk, like maybe I’d awoken his faith in me even if I’d been unable to wake him.
“Good luck.” His wheeze rattled through my head, and anger surged inside me. He didn’t believe me.
I stood as fury pounded in my mind and drowned him out. I could no longer hear him over the roar of blood.
“I’ll have her,” I ground out. “I’ll have her, and when she’s mine, I’ll come back here, and I’ll slit your throat, and you won’t rise, and I will rule. I will be worthy of our people and have a woman who loves me by my side.”
I jabbed my finger hard against his chest with each declaration, and one of his old rib bones cracked under the force, but he didn’t flinch.
He couldn’t.
The stasis kept him prisoner. It kept me prisoner, too, as I waited to see my fate this time. As each of his rests lengthened to his eventual demise, I waited. Always prepared to rule or to step back into whatever role Father determined for me.
But New Orleans still ran because of me. We had access to vampire gossip because of me. They all used The Neutral Zone and trusted it was exactly as declared because clearly Francois Ricard was too stupid to ever be anything but obvious.But I heard all and I saw all. I hid my technology behind the distraction of red and black, the veneer of old luxury. No one ever looked further than that to see the drinking rooms below the restaurant or the surveillance rooms on the floors above.I could have everything I wanted, and it would only take one human woman to achieve.In a burst of energy, I slammed my fist on Father’s chest, the crack of bones satisfying this time. He’d be healed by the time he rose, and his punishment wouldn’t matter because I would already have everything I wanted.I left his side and hurried through the portal that would take me home before crossing the damp grass, moving between verdant green leaves on the branches of trees that hung too low to be fashionable and pr
But why had I thought Nicolas might rescue me?Not thought, my brain whispered. Truly hoped. I wanted to mean enough to him that he’d rip apart the entire state of Louisiana to find me.“Why are we leaving?” Perhaps I simply needed to delay Francois and give Nicolas more time.“This is not my home.” He looked at me like the answer was simple. Obvious, even. “This is not the home for you.” His eyes glinted but not with anger—with the hint of madness I’d quickly come to expect from him. “Now come here and turn around for me.”He motioned with his finger that I should spin, and I didn’t have anywhere to go.Nowhere to run. Victor still blocked the door, and I didn’t even know where the fuck I was. I’d have to bide my time and plan.I stood in front of Francois, my back to him, and he moved closer until his chest brushed against me.He leaned forward, nuzzling my hair. “Parfait! You smell divine, ma chèrie.” He dropped his head and his breath skimmed my neck as his lips touched against me
The rest of the furniture was also dark wood, and massive, substantial pieces I wouldn’t be able to move.“Your bathroom is over there.” Francois made a stiff gesture to a door then watched me like he wanted me to open it.When I did, I found a claw-foot tub that I’d never get in, cracked porcelain floor tiles and an antique-looking toilet and sink. The citrus scent overlay continued in here, and when I returned my focus to the bedroom, Francois was standing by an open door on the other side of the room.“This is your closet.” He eyed me speculatively, his gaze clear for once. “I think the clothing should fit. Help yourself to anything you desire, ma petite.”He waved his hand expansively again, the perfect gesture of generosity, but I shuddered as I glanced around, trying to keep my reactions furtive.If I had to get out of this on my own, I needed a plan. So far, the path of least resistance wasn’t yielding results.Floor-to-ceiling drapes were closed on the wall opposite, but presu
But Francois looked around as though we were surrounded by luxury, his gaze bright and alive as he scanned our surroundings. “I’m so glad you’re here, ma petite. You’ll want for nothing. Can you see how grand our life together will be? All that I’m able to offer you?”I nodded, a polite lie sticking in my throat as I pressed the nails of my free hand into my palm. I could do this. I could bide my time and plot and scheme my way to escape.He tugged me closer to his side and bent to press his nose against my hair again. Then he led me to the back of the stairs and drew aside a fraying curtain on noisy wooden curtain rings, revealing a cage door and a rickety old elevator that looked like a prototype model for the actual first elevator.“Come in, ma petite.” He obviously sensed my reluctance. “It’s perfectly safe, I assure you. I will always protect you.”I closed my eyes for the entire descent, although it involved Francois winding us down, and where I expected the movement to be jerky
“Fuck.” The sharp word was like a bullet slicing through my skull. “Fuck.”But there was a desperation in the word I’d never heard. I groaned as I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy. It was too hard to rip them upward, like they’d been nailed down.“Ma petite?”Someone clasped my hand between their palms and raised it to their mouth. Then Francois—and it was Francois—nuzzled his freshly shaven cheek against my knuckles. “Oh, ma petite. I thought he’d killed you.”I fought back a sob. No. Fuck, no. I was still here. At least while I was unconscious, I didn’t have to face any of this. Francois, his time warp house… His madness.He traced his fingertips down my cheek as a tear slid free from under my lashes. Then he made soft shushing noises. “Don’t cry, ma petite. He won’t harm you again. I’ve made sure of it.”My stomach lurched. His voice was soft but his words were those of a stone-cold killer, and I was trapped in his home.“I’m tired, Francois.” I croaked the words
But I didn’t just want Leia for the power she would bring to me. I wanted her because I… I loved her. I couldn’t believe it still. Humans were too fragile, too fleeting to love. But this one had wormed her way in without my say-so.“Has no one ever told you about the true mate bond?” Baldwin’s voice was hesitant but the sound of it still startled me.I huffed. “Of course I know about the true mate bond. It’s a power exchange.”Baldwin nodded. “Yes, sir, it is.”“But that’s not why Leia’s useful to Francois. She isn’t his true mate.” My gums ached under the weight of my fangs as I thought of Francois with Leia. I wanted to rip his throat out for even having looked at her.Baldwin shook his head. “Miss Boucher can still aid Prince Francois’s ascension.”“I know that, damn it.” I curled my hands into fists at the unwelcome image of Francois with his hands on Leia. “I know what he wants her for.”It was the very same thing I’d first wanted her for, when my body had only recognized her as
Sebastian nodded. “I need to help you. I shouldn’t have gotten so close to overturning your claim on a virgin. On the throne.”My chest tightened. “More than my claim,” I whispered as images of Sebastian, his fangs so close to Leia’s neck flooded my mind. “You nearly stole my first touch of my mate, brother.”“Your true mate?” His eyes widened. “I thought those were stories.”I shook my head. “Not all stories.”“We need to storm Francois’s castle, we need to rescue your mate before he…” Sebastian looked at me, his eyes a little wild. “Before he…” He swallowed and looked away.“Before he claims my mate as his,” I finished grimly.Sebastian nodded then clasped my forearm. “We’ll get her back. I’ll swear an oath of fealty to you right now and promise to protect your mate above all else.”I chuckled without humor. “No oath necessary. Just keep your fangs to yourself around Leia, and you’re welcome in my army.” I grabbed my phone. “I need to get everyone together. You coming on the plane?”
“Be that as it may—”“—Be that as it may nothing. He has my virgin mate, I’m reclaiming her. He came onto our territory, onto my territory to abduct her in the first place.”“Yes. And look how weak that makes you look. Francois was able to sneak into Baton Rouge and take the one thing you were supposed to hold most dear, to prize above anything else, from directly under your nose.” Her tone was cold, stern, and I knew she was right. “You’re positioning yourself as the next king, Nicolas. And for now, your people have been understanding. They’ve seen your virgin; they know your intentions. No one can know she’s gone. They can’t know that Francois has more potential power than you. Mon Dieu. He could already have her blood running through his veins. And then what?” She stopped talking and only her soft breaths let me know she was still on the line.“Mother?”She exhaled again. “Just keep this quiet, Nicolas. It will make the start of your reign even more unstable if you have no way to c