Claimed by Shadow
Tomas smiled. “Very afar. But he began looking for her as soon as he heard she had escaped. He persuaded her to go away with him to his family’s village. It was almost fifty miles from the capital, and so small that they hoped the Spanish would overlook it. They lived there together until I was eight, when she died of smallpox along with half the village.”
“I’m sorry.” It seemed there were no safe topics, after all. I fingered the eagle charm that I’d unconsciously picked up. I couldn’t volunteer to go back and get Tomas’ mother out of danger, before disease carried her away. I couldn’t even help my own mother without drastically changing time. For all my supposed power, I didn’t seem to be able to do much at all.
Tomas bent over to kiss me gently. His lips were soft and warm, and before I realized it, I was kissing him back. I’d wanted to do that for so long, it seemed as natural as breathing. Just touching him pushed away the memories of the attack, cleansing some part of me the bathwater hadn’t been able to reach. Tomas deepened the kiss until I could feel it all the way to my toes, like tendrils of sunshine were curling through me. He tasted like wine, dark and sweet and burning, and I felt like I could never get enough.
But after a moment, I pulled back. It wasn’t easy—the geis had recognized Tomas and the Pythia’s power agreed that he would do fine to complete the ritual. Their need overrode my aversion to even thinking about intimacy at the moment. I wanted to fill my mind with thoughts and sensations that didn’t involve horror and pain. I wanted him to touch me with those long, elegant hands, to have his mouth hot and demanding on mine. The look in his eyes was a caress itself, and an invitation. But the consequences for a few moments of passion would be severe.
Tomas let me go, an expression that I couldn’t name flashing across his face. “I’m sorry, Cassie. I know I am not the one you want.”
What could Tomas know about what I wanted? Most of the time, I didn’t know myself. “What I want isn’t the point,” I said, trying to ignore the way his hand was playing along my side from breast to hip, over and over in a lazy, sensual stroke. It made my heart speed up and breathing difficult, like someone had sucked all the oxygen out of the room. Oh, yeah, the geis liked him fine.
“What do you mean?” Tomas’ hand stilled on my hip. That was not a great help to my blood pressure. Despite the fact that I had moved back, we were less than a foot apart. I struggled not to look down and failed miserably. The blanket had slipped off the front half of Tomas’ body. Long legs shifted in the shadows, and between them was ample evidence of just how recovered he was.
“I can’t,” I said, trying to remember exactly why that was. My fingers traced a line down his high forehead to the tender eyelids that fluttered closed under my touch, to the proud nose and warm, full lips. It was a perfect profile, burnished bronze in the lamplight like the head on an ancient coin, but his appearance wasn’t what had attracted me to him. I’d loved his kindness, his strength and—I’d thought at the time—his honesty. Now I merely craved a warm body and soft skin next to mine, and a face that was familiar and caring.
“You saved my life, Cassie, even though I once put yours at risk. Let me do something for you.” Tomas’ voice was at its best, whiskey deep and smoky, as if golden liquor had been magically turned into sound. It had always been one of his most attractive features, partly because, unlike the carefully contrived outfits and blatant attempts at seduction, it was unconscious. It was more the real Tomas, and so alluring that I wondered why he’d bothered with the rest. But of course I knew why—because Louis-César had ordered him to, after Mircea decided that he would do to fulfill the ritual. I suppose they’d worried about the possibility of me recognizing one of Mircea’s people after so many years at Tony’s, where they came and went on a regular basis. But it hadn’t been fair to Tomas, and for the first time I wondered whether he’d resented being used.
“I don’t see what you can do,” I said, “unless you can talk the king into letting us go, or make my power work here.”
Tomas smiled. “Or lift the geis?”
Chapter 12
My brain came to a screeching halt. "Run that by me again.”
"I was told that a geis had been placed on you to protect your virtue as your ward protected your life. But as a precaution against anything going wrong, an escape clause was added. If you slept with Mircea or someone of his choosing, the spell was broken.”
My mind reeled. That was it? That was the big secret? It seemed ridiculously simple, not to mention undermining the whole point. “But why would he do that? He wants to control me!”
Tomas smiled bitterly. “No doubt. But through so clumsy a device as a spell?” He shook his head. “It would hurt his pride, Cassie. Not to mention that controlling someone as powerful as the Pythia with such a clumsy stratagem would be extremely dangerous. Why do you think the mages take initiates so young, and brainwash them throughout childhood? I am sure they would prefer to use a spell to keep them in line, if such a thing were possible. But the Pythia’s power might override it, and the controller become the controlled. I cannot imagine Mircea risking that!”
“But why place the geis on me, then, if he never intended to use it?”
“To protect your chance to become Pythia. A brief affair could have ruined everything, for you and for him. The geis seemed the simplest way to ensure that didn’t happen. And to afford you added protection at Antonio’s. You did not know about this?”
“I didn’t even know about the geis until yesterday!” I sat up abruptly, my mind racing at the implications. I could break the geis by sleeping with Tomas. It was so simple that it was ludicrous—if he was telling the truth. But Tomas didn’t need to resort to lies to get a woman in his bed, and his explanation made sense. I’d thought it strange all along that Mircea would think he needed magical help to manipulate someone as young and clueless as me, especially when I was already infatuated with him. There were far more subtle ways of exercising control, and he was master of them all.
Of course, even if Tomas was right, there was no way to know whether Mircea’s get-out-of-jail-free card would work on a double spell. And even if it did, there was a catch. A big one. If I broke the geis, I’d fulfill the ritual’s requirements and be stuck with the Pythia’s position permanently. That would put paid to any hope of passing the power on to someone else, or of working something out with the Circle. Heirs could be unseated, as Myra had found out, but the Pythia held the position for life. If I completed the ritual, the mages would have no choice but to kill me if they wanted their candidate on the throne. And the same was true of Pritkin, if he really did favor Myra.
Unfortunately, things didn’t look any better if I kept the geis. It was almost certain that the Senate would find me sooner or later. They had too many resources, including Marlowe’s intelligence network, for me to have any illusions about that. And even if Tomas was right and Mircea couldn’t use the spell to control me—a big “if,” in my opinion—he also couldn’t break it. The dúthracht had lived up to its reputation and gone haywire, and there was no telling what would happen if the bond completed itself. It was supposed to be under the control of one of the participants, but what happened if, as seemed to be the case, neither of us was in the driver’s seat? I didn’t know what a geis in control of itself might do, and I didn’t want to find out.
One thing was certain: if we met again, Mircea and I would certainly complete the bond. It was embarrassing to have to admit, but the only reason we hadn’t done it already—and in front of about a thousand spectators—was his self-control, not mine. And that would complete the ritual, which would bring me back to square one.
“Damn it!” Both options were unacceptable, but there wasn’t a third. There was no way to get rid of the geis and avoid completing the ritual. Or, if there was, I had no way of finding it stuck in a cell in Faerie.
Everywhere I looked, I hit a brick wall. I hated not having options, of having someone or something deciding my life for me. It had b
een that way as far back as I could remember. Either Tony or the Senate or the goddamned Fey were making me a victim, taking away my right to choose. I’d never had the power to fight back, to forge my own life or just to keep myself and the people I cared about safe. I couldn’t even deal with one rogue initiate! And, I realized, if things continued as they were, I never would.
“What is it?” Tomas’ hand was delicately stroking the small of my back, trying to soothe, to comfort. It was comforting, I admit, but not soothing. Neither the ritual nor the geis cared if he was hurt, or if I was ambiguous about the idea of having sex in a dank, chilly dungeon with Billy probably listening in. The compulsion to turn around and take Tomas up on the offer he’d been making ever since I met him was so strong, I had to bunch my fists in the coarse blanket beneath me to keep them still.
I forced my mind back to the problem. I’d been telling myself that I could pass the power on to someone else, but who exactly would that be? There didn’t appear to be any other candidates for the job who could be trusted not to fall under the control of the Circle or of Pritkin’s faction, neither of which I trusted. There was a war on, and even the thought of the power passing into the hands of someone like Myra made me cold.
Tomas wrapped his arms around me, drawing me against the sultry cocoon of his body. My hand moved of its own accord to caress the warm, golden skin at the side of his knee, just where the slope of that long, strong thigh began. It would be so easy to give in, to feed the hunger I’d felt for so long. And did it really make that much difference? The Circle was already trying to kill me. Could I believe them if they offered a deal? Wouldn’t it be better from their point of view to do away with any competition for their initiates, rather than leave someone like me around? If I was going to be hunted anyway, I vastly preferred to be in the strongest position possible. And that was doubly true when dealing with Myra.
“Are you sure you’ve thought this through?” I asked Tomas seriously. “There could be repercussions for helping me complete the ritual. The mages—”
Tomas tasted the inside of my wrist with the tip of his tongue. “I’m sure.”
“But what about—”
He smiled wryly. “Cassie, you know what hunts me. Do you truly believe I am concerned about the Circle?”
He had a point. And, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I still had feelings for him—or, to be more precise, for the person I’d thought he was. I really doubted that someone old enough to remember the fall of the Incan Empire bore much resemblance to the sweet street kid I’d known. I didn’t know the real Tomas, who he was when the Senate wasn’t pulling his strings. But they weren’t here now. For once, both of us were free of them, even if it was only because we were prisoners elsewhere. And despite that, he still seemed to want me.
“The choice is yours, Cassie. You know how I feel.”
I looked at him searchingly. “Do I? Louis-César commanded you to come to me. All those months, you were doing a job.”
Tomas’ hands stilled. “And am I still doing that job, Cassie? Is this all an elaborate hoax to persuade you to accept a position you do not want?”
“No.” Vamps might not have the same reaction to pain as humans, but no one would allow himself to be carved up like that, not for any reason.
He pulled me against him, his eyes burning. “Do you think I am trying to win back the Consul’s good graces by completing my original mission? Is that it?”
I didn’t answer immediately. Tomas had betrayed me before, and although I’d convinced myself that he’d done the wrong thing for the right reasons, what if he hadn’t? I knew for a fact that he was a good actor—most of the old vamps were. If they weren’t born that way, they acquired the skill through centuries of practice. But it didn’t make sense for him to be playing me. Even if the Senate was willing to wipe the slate clean and take him back, that wasn’t what Tomas wanted. His main goal was to be free of his master’s control in order to kill Alejandro. No matter how much they wanted me back, the Senate wasn’t going to make war on another sovereign vampire body—especially not when they already had a war on their hands. They couldn’t give Tomas what he truly wanted, and I didn’t believe he’d sell me out for less.
“No,” I finally admitted. “I don’t think that.”
“But you don’t trust me.”
It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t answer it. What could I say? He was right.
Tomas laughed mirthlessly. “How can I blame you? You put your trust in me once, and I lied to you. Anything I say now would only be words.”
“I’d still like to hear them,” I said tentatively. Tomas had given me an explanation for the betrayal, but he’d said nothing about us. I needed to hear that not everything about our time together had been a lie.
He kissed me lightly, just below the indentation of my throat. “All my life, I only knew people who wanted something from me. When I was young, it was protection and a chance for revenge. After Alejandro turned me, it was skill in battle and a knowledge of the land that he didn’t possess. For Louis-César, I was a living trophy, a testament to his power.” He caressed my hair, lightly, reverently. “Only you ever cared about me as a person, without wanting anything in return. Te amo, Cassie. Te querré para siempre.”
I don’t speak Spanish, but I got the idea. Once I’d have given a lot to hear those words, in any language, but now my feelings were too confused to even begin sorting out. I didn’t know what I felt, much less what to say. “Tomas, I—”
“Don’t. I want to remember this, just as it is. I will have to go back soon and I do not want to take lies with me, no matter how sweet they sound. The Senate deals in lies. This”—he rested his cheek against my chest—“this is real.”
“You don’t have to go back, Tomas! I told you, we’ll find a way to hide you.”
He laughed, and it sounded more genuine this time. “Little Cassie, always looking out for everyone. I am the one supposed to be rescuing you, didn’t you know? Is that not how the fairy tales go?” His expression darkened suddenly. “But why should you think that way? I have been little enough use so far!”
“You saved me from Tony’s thugs, or doesn’t that count?” Tony had sent a crew to the nightclub where I’d been working to take me out. They didn’t succeed partly because the Senate had assigned Tomas to guard me. Despite everything, I hadn’t forgotten that he’d saved my life. But apparently he had, because he brushed it away with a gesture.
“You would have managed. You always do.” His expression grew fierce. “Cassie, if you doubt how I feel, let me show you! Let me do this for you!”
I let my hand comb through the silky mass of his hair. The Pythia’s position might be a cage, but at least it was one over which I’d have some say. I’d be stuck with the job, but I’d retain control over the rest of my life—something the geis would deny me.
“You’ll hurt yourself,” I protested as Tomas’ breath started to come faster. A first-level master could heal almost anything, but there was no way Tomas was over his injuries already.
A rumble of laughter sounded in my ear. “It hurt far more, seeing you every day, being surrounded by your scent for months, and not being allowed to touch you. I lived with you for half a year, yet I never saw your body. I will remember this,” he said wonderingly, his hand gliding down my side.
“I won’t risk hurting you,” I insisted, trying to sound stronger than I felt.
Tomas laughed again, and laid me back against the cot. He bent over me, his hair forming a tent around our faces that was intimate instead of suffocating. Only his eyes were clearly visible, brimming with humor. “I think we can do this,” he whispered, “if you promise to be gentle.”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed, and the next moment he was kissing me with an intensity that left me breathless. I slid my arms under the heavy mane of hair and clasped them around Tomas’ neck. His grip was strong but careful, and although I could feel the weight of him against my leg, hot and hard and re
ady, he held back, waiting for me to make the first move. Suddenly, there was no more doubt. It wasn’t just the geis tugging at me. It wasn’t just that I wanted a way out of the current mess. I wanted him.
“Do it,” I said, “quick, while we have time.”
“Quick is not what I had in mind,” Tomas said, frowning. “Particularly not the first time.”
“We don’t have time for anything else,” I said impatiently. For once the geis, the power and I all agreed on something, and Tomas was being difficult.
I wrapped my hand around him and was rewarded with a deep shiver and the wonderful feel of sweet, ardent flesh against my palm.
I desperately wanted to watch that thick shaft disappear into me. I knew it would stretch me to the limit, that the fit would be tight, the friction maddening, and that sounded perfect. I wanted to feel him work his way into me, wanted the pressure, craved the burn.
“It will hurt you,” he protested, his voice ragged.
I ran my tongue up the column of his neck. “Let it.”
Tomas was trembling but was stubbornly not giving in. I decided to forget about talking and persuade him another way. I kissed him, my mouth hungry against his, then slid down to fasten my teeth firmly on the joint of his neck and shoulder. It was exactly where a vampire would bite, but instead I sucked some of that taut skin into my mouth, marking him. I let my hands wander where they would, memorizing the contours of the muscle and sinew under that warm, satin skin. Then, without warning, I bit down.
Tomas’ breath had been making low growls in his throat, but at the feel of my teeth sliding into his flesh, he groaned. Judging by the way the hardness pressing into my hip expanded in a sudden leap, it wasn’t in protest. His narrowed eyes glittered when I finally released his neck. “You don’t fight fair,” he complained, his voice dark and heavy. He drew in a deep breath, released it and slid a finger inside me. I gasped at the unexpected invasion, and arched, tightening convulsively around him. “Not fair at all,” he said hoarsely.