“Please,” he said, filling his glass to the rim just as Dorian had. “Call me Alexei.”
A few moments passed in silence, then Alexei finally said, “Seems to me, New York City is lonely place to be without allies—especially for Vampire Royals of New York.”
“And for the most powerful demonic faction on the eastern seaboard.”
Rogozin grinned. “Very true.”
Dorian sighed and lowered his gaze to his untouched drink.
In the history of supernaturals on the earthly plane, he was certain there had never been an official alliance between the ruling vampire family and the Russian demons—anydemons. His father was likely turning over in the proverbial grave.
But Augustus Redthorne’s reign was over.
Dorian’s was just beginning.
He’d never asked for the crown. Never wanted it.
But for the first time since his father’s death, he was beginning to see it as the honor it truly was—an honor he didn’t have to bear alone.
Turning his attention back to Rogozin, he said, “There are still other demons that need taking care of.”
“Starting with Nikolai Chernikov.” Rogozin grinned. “Do not worry. Killing him will be great pleasure. Then, with Nikolai dead and backing of vampire king, we will quickly bring others in line.”
Dorian nodded and took a deep, steadying breath.
Considered his next move.
Searched his heart for the alarm bells he was certain he’d hear.
But they never rang.
Deep inside, there was only acceptance. Hope.
Things could be different now. Better. But it had to start with trust. A cautious trust, but a trust nevertheless.
Without further hesitation, Dorian handed over the Blade of Azerius. “This will probably make your job a bit easier.”
Rogozin took it with both hands, his gaze as reverent as it was surprised. “But… What about deal? What about ten million dollars?”
“Keep your money, Alexei. Frankly, I’d rather the loyalty.”
“You have already earned it.”
“Really? Even though I felled your King of Blood and Ravens?”
“Felled?” Rogozin chuckled. “You were worthy opponent, Dorian Redthorne. But Lord Azerius is like cockroach in nuclear attack. He can not be killed—not even by king of vampires.”
“Alexei, I trapped him in a vessel, turned him into a human, and tore the bloody heart from his chest. He’s quite dead, I assure you.”
“Not dead. Only banished for one thousand years.”
Alarm flooded Dorian’s chest. “But I thought… What of the demon mark? The witch said it’s no longer—”
“Relax, vampire king. Through your bravery, you have broken demon bind. Lord Azerius granted you reprieve and will not come after your Charlotte. D’Amico again. You, on the other hand? I can’t make promise.”
Dorian blew out a breath and shrugged. “A thousand years, though, right? Plenty of time to prepare for a rematch.”
Rogozin laughed, then lifted his glass. “So. Redthorne and Rogozin. Best friends forever?”
