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Not blood brothers, but since he used that term, the three of them must have a strong bond.
“I did.” Abacus reached to grab carrots.
Markane frowned. “So you passed up on blood from Victus. Human food from Abacus. How about my friends?”
I gave him the middle finger.
Markane scowled. He opened his mouth and bit down on the blonde. While he drank her, he pinned his gaze on me. The girl didn’t even flinch. She sat there like she had been drugged. And the brunette didn’t make a sound, sitting stiff like a log.
Markane licked his lips as a drop seeped down. He didn’t bother to wipe his chin, nor the girl’s neck.
“Why am I here?” I said sounding bored. “You know angels don’t eat any of the stuff you’re offering. In fact, you know a lot more than I do about a lot of things. You have enough of my blood. So why not let me go? I have no quarrel with the vampires. I just want to bring Asmodeus to his knees. Isn’t that what you want too?”
“I like her.” Abacus finished his drink and his goblet thumped on the table. “She’s so brave, talking like she doesn’t fear us. And she is also behaving, even though she’s not wearing hematite cuffs.”
Markane looked at his brothers and then at my wrists. His eyes rounded as his pupils dilated, but then smirked. “Well, it looks like someone needs to step down as a king. We can’t have our enemy wandering about, pleasing to the eyes or not.”
Victus lowered his eyelashes as he put down his empty goblet. “Why did you ask to meet us and include the feather being?”
Markane drummed his fingers on the table. “I think she’s hiding something. A Seraphim’s blood can cure and prolong a human’s life. But what can it do for a vampire?” He rose and walked around the table, heading to me. “Her blood can cure a sick vampire, or …” He raked a nail down my neck. “Kill, as we have seen with Thomas. But what determines the outcome?”
Nina played you. That’s the outcome, idiot. Good for her, though. As long as she was on my side, I would protect her secret.
I shoved his hands away when they landed on my shoulders. “Why don’t we find out with you? Would you like to be the test subject?”
Markane threw back his head, chuckling. Then he ran fingers through my hair as he lowered his face to my ear. “I would watch that tongue of yours, feathered bitch.”
When he licked my earlobe, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his head on the table. He dropped to the floor and picked himself back up. He had forgotten I wore no cuffs. Markane growled, canines sharpened and his eyes turning blood red.
“Enough!” Victus pounded his fist on the table, halfway out of his seat. “Sit down, Markane.”
Abacus chuckled. “This is just as entertaining as the last show.”
“Why?” Markane’s daggered gaze could have sliced me open. “So I won’t touch your pretty little bird?” He continued to glare at me as he walked back to his seat, then drank blood from the brunette.
Victus sank into his chair and propped up his chin with a balled-up hand. His captivating dark eyes studied me and tilted his head ever so slightly to one side. My cheeks grew hot under the intensity of his stare, as if he could strip me bare with just a look.
The candlelight burnt out then came back when Victus inhaled and exhaled a quick breath. “I believe you, brother. I think she’s hiding something from us.”
Now was my chance to find a way to get out of here.
I sat taller and projected my voice with confidence. “The one who holds the answers has been taken as prisoner in Asmodeus’s castle.”
“There are many prisoners. Which one?” Abacus chomped down on a small potato.
“I bet you already know who I’m talking about,” I said with a flirty tone. “You’re the smart one.”
Abacus stopped chewing and stared at me with a curl of his lips. He had no idea who I was talking about, but I wanted to stroke his ego and get him on my side.
Markane scoffed. “Not the smart one. The small one.”
Abacus stopped chewing and growled, his irises flickering crimson before settling back to brown.
He wasn’t wrong—Abacus was the smallest out of them—but of course, Markane wasn’t referring to his height.
Victus narrowed his eyes at me, his eyes dark and cold. “What are you demanding?”
I leaned forward toward Victus with desperation in my voice. “Vampires and demons have not declared war, so Asmodeus will allow you to enter his castle. Take me to him. I wanted to ask you when I came in with Gorgo. But you acted like a sav—” I recalled at that moment how much he hated the word savage. “You acted like a wild beast,” I finished.
