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I didn’t know she was a vampire. She must not be a full-breed.
“I did no such thing.” She raised her chin.
So bold and brave next to Asmodeus.
Victus dusted his chest as if he could get rid of her touch. “Your word against a little girl’s. I bet my coins on her.”
This was getting so good. So much drama.
“Of course you would take your lover’s child’s side over mine.” She fisted her fingers into balls on her lap. “But she told you lies.”
Lover’s child? If Levia had killed his lover, it made sense why he wanted her head.
Victus’s eyes blazed crimson and he seemed taller when he pushed back his shoulders. “You wouldn’t have run to Asmodeus and sold yourself to him if you were innocent.”
Levia’s face paled as she pointed at the three vampires. “Tell those blood sucking monsters to go back to their hole.”
“It’s the same hole you came out of, bitch.” Markane’s nails lengthened by his sides. “Have some respect for your kind.”
Levia spat, falling short of hitting Markane’s boot. He growled, the tendrils under his eyes darkening and throbbing.
“I had no choice.” Levia’s tone dipped softer. “My mother was raped by a bloodsucker.”
Abacus nudged a skull by his feet as he moved closer to the throne. “And yet, your demon mother was born from a human mother, raped by a demon. Demons had a choice to take over a human body, whereas vampires had none.”
“Well said.” Asmodeus clapped three times and stopped. “However, Levia is my advisor. As you know, she’s cunning like no other. She has many wonderful plans for the future. A future with no angel involvement.” He rested his elbows on the armrest and sighed. “I suppose I should have killed the pretty little bird. I was certain the poison would stop her heart. So then the rumor is true. Only the divine sword can truly kill a Seraphim.”
Asmodeus reached under his throne and pulled out a simple sword with a silver handle. My stomach turned over. He walked down the steps and pointed the divine weapon at my throat, his diamond and emerald rings sparkling. I swallowed hard, the tip of the blade lightly grazing my skin.
In lightning speed, Victus shoved me back and stepped in front of me as he swatted down the sword with his hand. “Don’t touch her. Do remember that she’s my commodity.”
“Of course.” Asmodeus gave a curt nod with a mock grin spreading.
If I didn’t have those cuffs on, I would’ve stabbed Asmodeus’s eyes with the dagger inside my boot and taken the sword. His own blood would ruin the golden silk tunic he didn’t deserve to wear. But I would never escape with so many soldiers lined up around the throne room. At least I knew where he kept it for now.
“That’s mine.” I snarled, stepping next to Victus.
He tightened the grip on the handle. “It’s mine now. So behave. Or I’ll cut off your wings and add them to my collection.” He gestured with a jerk of his chin to the wall behind him. “I killed three angel warriors with this sword at the execution stage, to prove to my people I hold the key to eternal rule. And now, no one is above me. I am the law.” He gripped my chin hard. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you live so you can witness Zander’s execution.”
I trembled in rage. I began to unfurl my wings ready to smack him, but when Asmodeus raised the divine sword, I tucked them back in.
“Good,” Asmodeus cooed, lowering my sword. “You’re learning. Keep the wings out of sight if you want to keep them.” He faced Victus. “I’m not willing to exchange the dove for Levia, however, I have a better proposition. One you can’t turn down.” He flashed his razor-sharp demon teeth, then they returned to the human set. “Please, join me for a meal and let us discuss our future. But first, I’d like to freshen up the dove. I don’t like looking at beaten-down creatures.”
Asmodeus clapped once and a couple of soldiers stepped out of line and escorted me out of the double doors, while Victus and his brother followed Asmodeus and Levia through a back door.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
A Reprieve
Evangeline
I’d thought the soldiers would toss me into a prison, but they shoved me into a room and took off my cuffs.
“Don’t try anything foolish or the servants will die.” The soldier shut the door.
The room held fine wooden furniture: a cabinet, chairs with velvet cushions, and a large canopy bed curtained with sheer white drapes. No windows. No escape.
As the scent of flowers enveloped me, I walked toward the bowl filled with black rose petals on top of a table. The door opened, and I flinched and backed against the wall. Two human women walked in, wearing simple black dresses and black bonnets that covered their heads, their buns tucked inside.
