pathetic puppet.
Take your servant and go, Sergey. You do not want to fight me.―
He laughed, a soaring wicked sound that seemed to fill the skies around them. The trees shivered, shaking the snow from their branches so that ice crystals were flung into the air. The vampire lifted his head and coughed hard. As the icy flakes hardened and changed form, raining down, Ivory threw out her hand and the snow turned to vapor, a great gust of wind blowing it back into Sergey’s face.
He coughed again and gagged, choking, holding one hand to his mouth. Behind his palm she could make out a small trickle of blood, then crimson drops stained the snow below him. He coughed and more blood spilled. Above his hand, his eyes glowed bright red and she heard the child give a strangled, frightened cry.
Keep his face against your chest , she ordered Gary. He put his parasites in the snow and they can be lethal. You cannot allow the boy to breathe them in .
Sergey spit into the snow, staining the pristine white powder with tiny wiggling wormlike creatures. “I am losing patience, Ivory. You must join with me now.―
She felt her body respond to the sweet compulsion in his voice.
Her fingers closed tighter on the crossbow. “Do you believe I am still that young girl you last saw? I do not respond to compulsion.―
He opened his arms. “Come to me, sister. You belong here, with us. We fight against the prince—for you . But for the cowardice of his father, but for the sickness in his lineage, none of what happened to you would have. He sent you away, knowing there was danger to you, against the wishes of your brothers. Would you fight for his son? Would you join with the brother of the man who set in motion a war?―
Was he maneuvering closer? She couldn’t tell. His body swayed when he talked and she couldn’t tell if he was using that to inch forward, not with the snow swirling around her head. Each time the ghoul moved, the wolves reacted, but their attention was centered on the puppet, leaving the master to her. Her vision seemed a little hazy. Or maybe it was her mind.
When he talked, his voice conjured up images she kept buried deep in order to keep her sanity. She could distance herself and remember that moment when all was lost and Draven had handed her over to the vampires with a smirk on his face.
He’d caught her face in his hands and kissed her. She’d had the satisfaction of biting him hard, nearly tearing off his lip.
He’d punched her hard enough to make her lose focus, just as she seemed to be doing now.
Sister! Raja snapped at her.
Sister! Sister! The rest of the pack took up the cry.
Ayame lifted her face to the sky and howled, the sound piercing through Ivory’s brain. She blinked. The blood spots in the snow were no longer there, or if they were, she couldn’t see them because the undead had glided forward just those scant few inches. She could feel the crossbow in her hand, still loosely pointed at her brother. Her hands trembled. She’d battled a master vampire once or twice in the intervening years, and she’d barely escaped with her life.
She knew Sergey had been considered one of the Carpathian’s greatest hunters long before he’d ever turned.
“Back off,― she ordered. “You do not want to do this.―
“My patience grows thin.― Sergey snapped his fingers.
“This child is the beginning. We will have the others soon and they will either join us or die. Once hope is gone, we will have little trouble picking off the Carpathians. You belong with us in this. Come here to your brother and feed. I offer you everything .―
She noticed he could barely sustain his pleasant tone, one more indication of how far gone he was. Too many years as a vampire had left his memories of better days tattered. The slow rot had claimed even the recollection of what love had
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