Blood Rebellion (Blood Destiny #7) (12 page)

"It's good you had all those people to depend on. I'm happy for you," I sighed.

"Lissa, what I'm trying to say is that you're part of that family, now. Karzac didn't expect this. Neither did Grace."

"I know. I'm just trying to come to grips with it. I'm going for a walk, now."

"Baby, no. Don't go off by yourself. Or let Drake and me go with you. We need to know how to fix what bothers you."

"There's no fixing some of what bothers me," I said and stood up. Drew didn't like it and his dark eyes were narrowed in concern, but I walked away from him anyway. The clashing of swords grew dim as I made my way toward the edge of the camp. There wasn't any place else to go so as soon as I was out of sight, I misted away, heading toward the river. It had a few days to wash itself clean since we'd been there so I took a dip and then let the last heat of the day dry me off. Reemagar was sitting on the riverbank when I was dressed again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I might have expected Connegar, but he wasn't the one to come. I didn't have a comb with me so I had to run fingers through my hair to get the tangles out before braiding it again.

"I came to see you. The others do not know you are gone since Dragon will bend time to get you back again right after you left. I know, as do the other Larentii."

"That is an amazing gift, to be able to know things like that," I said, looking up at his solemn, sky-blue face. His eyes crinkled a little when he smiled at me and the blue of those eyes was incredible to see. He was one of the Larentii who had dark-blond hair—almost a brown. It looked good on him. His wrists hung over his knees as he sat beside me, so I lifted the hand nearest me and examined his palm.

Larentii have different lines running through their hands—swirls and circles that humans don't have. "It's almost like cloud patterns in a blue sky," I smiled up at him. It was the first time I'd felt like smiling in a while.

"Little Queen, you make me happy," Reemagar removed his hand from mine and placed it around my shoulders instead, hugging me against him. I remembered that I was supposed to ask Grace about his mother, but Grace was pregnant with Karzac's child. I wasn't sure how welcome I would be anywhere near Grace. Maybe I could get Pheligar or someone else to explain things to me.

We sat there on the riverbank for a long time—Reemagar and I, not saying a single thing. Eventually I laid my head against his chest, listening to his even breathing. It finally put me to sleep.

* * *

"She fell asleep, sitting next to me by the river," Reemagar handed Lissa over to Drake inside the tent. Reemagar had to make himself smaller; he wouldn't have fit inside the tent, otherwise. "I placed her in a healing sleep so I could transport her back to you."

"Thank you. We were getting worried and Dad was about to come looking for her," Drew stood next to his brother, gazing down at Lissa's face. She looked so peaceful in the healing sleep.

"She will wake after a short time—I do not wish to put her in danger by keeping her under too long." Reemagar said. "I must go." He nodded to Drake and Drew and folded away.

"At least she got a bath," Drew said. "She hates the dust."

"You know she would have qualified for a tattoo after taking out the archers," Drake murmured, rocking Lissa gently in his arms.

"Brother, she would qualify for fifty full sets after what she did on the High Demons' world," Drew replied. Drake nodded in agreement.

* * *

I hadn't been up early to become energy for a couple of days, so I went that morning. I stayed that way for a while, too, before bending time to get back when I should. I didn't go looking for Kifirin, although I thought about him during my trip.

"It's about time; we were about to go to breakfast without you. The Warlord wants to move out quickly after we eat," Drake said. I was standing between Drake and Drew in line to get our food when Tava's former commander brushed past us. He could do that to us but he knew better than to try it with Dragon, Crane or one of the others. Caylon gave him a black look as he settled in front of Tava. She, Hart and Nima stood in front of Drake, Drew and me. The interloper had a full set of tattoos—badgers decorated his chest, back and arms. I wasn't impressed. Maybe he didn't know it, but badgers belonged to the weasel family.

Devin didn't like the fact that he'd cut in line, either, but she didn't say anything. If we'd been anywhere else, I might have taught him some manners.

Dragon kept the seat across from him empty and pointed me there when I got my breakfast. That meant I was sitting between Caylon and Pheran. Now what had I done?

"Lissa, I don't want you going off by yourself again like you did last night," Dragon pointed his chopsticks at me. "I am thankful one of the Larentii came—I was just about to come looking for you myself."

I didn't say anything; I just stared at my plate. When he was on Falchan, he was the Warlord. It didn't matter that another Warlord was supposedly in charge. Again, I wondered why they'd brought me. I wanted to tell him to banish me from the planet—I'd be happy to go home. Roff was there. And little Toff. Instead, here I was, head bowed before the Warlord, taking the drubbing. I wasn't hungry when he was done with me, either.

"Lissa, you're just pushing your food around," Crane said. I dropped my chopsticks. I wanted to cry only this wasn't the place to do it. Falchani warriors were everywhere, talking, laughing, eating. The sound was almost overwhelming. The scent, too, was overpowering. Too many bodies pressing close.

"Lissa, don't you dare pass out," Caylon was holding me up. I blinked at him stupidly. Drake and Drew were about to have a fit and Dragon had already issued the command for them to sit back down. They sat but they didn't like it.

"Lissa, drink this," Pheran had his cup of tea at my lips. I drank. I felt dizzy.

What's wrong with my baby?
Drew's voice, so soft, inside my head.

"I feel dizzy," I said.

"Because you're not eating," Dragon's voice rumbled.
When did you have blood
,
last?

Don't remember
, I returned his sending.

You don't take from the boys?

I've never taken from them
. It was an insult that he'd even suggest it. I only drank from Roff or my vampire mates and only then when they demanded it. Roff was bitten twice a month, at his insistence. I'd drank from Shadow, once, but I'd begged him not to ask for it again.

"Fuck," Dragon sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Somebody see that she eats." He left the table and stalked off. Devin started to get up and follow him, but Crane held her down.

Eat something, love
. Drake was sending, now.
We have a long ride ahead of us
.
You won't make it if you don't eat
.

The food tasted almost as much like sawdust as it used to, when I ate food as a full vampire. I forced as much down as I could, remembering my lessons with Merrill. All that seemed like a thousand years ago. Tava, Hart and Nima had sat at the far end of the table, near Drake and Drew. They'd watched the entire episode, not saying anything. I thought I saw contempt in their eyes, though. Maybe that's how Dragon saw me, too, now.

* * *

We'd almost reached our camping spot for the evening when the attack came. The enemy had somehow gotten there, even though the scouts hadn't found them. I didn't know how that could be but I didn't waste any time, just like the others. We were in the foothills and archers had been placed carefully somewhere above us. The entire army was in turmoil, getting horses out of the way so they could handle the enemy's ground troops. And then the arrows came raining down. I misted in the direction of the arrows; I didn't care what Dragon had to say about it and didn't ask.

Nearly a hundred archers, this time, all equipped with long bows. I wondered if the Falchani army was going to take the hint soon and train archers of their own. I started with the back row and worked my way forward. It took a while for them to realize that something was there, killing them. These had swords with them, but I was more careful, this time. I barely let my hands and claws materialize as I took heads. It might have taken fifteen or twenty minutes, with the last five or so spent while they hunted me with their blades. One whacked a blade against my claws and screamed when the blade was sheared off. That one died, just like the others.

I sped down the mountainside, then, to join the other troops. Materializing beside Drake and Drew, I lifted my blades from the sheath at my back and went to work. If Dragon wanted to see me go on the offensive, well, he might have gotten his wish that night. And I had better night vision than anyone there; I knew that for a fact. Heads flew as I whirled through the enemy in a blur. I had no idea how many died that night at my hands. A lot, I suppose. When the last ones I could find had been dispatched, I stood on the blood-soaked grass, panting from the exertion. There wasn't anyone alive around me when I stopped and I wondered where the Falchani army was. I turned to look behind me.

The nearest person was perhaps a hundred yards behind me, and that was Dragon. Caylon, Pheran and Crane were a short distance behind him and they were walking in my direction. Now what? Was he going to yell that I needed to appear more human? He hadn't said anything about that to me. Somebody should have gone over the ground rules with me before this whole thing got started.

"Lissa." Dragon walked up to me slowly.

"What? What did I do wrong this time, Dragon?"

"Lissa, come back with us, now. They're all dead." Dragon was holding out a hand in a calming gesture. He and the others were stepping over dead bodies, some two or three deep. I reached down and ripped off the clean portion of an enemy's tunic to wipe my blades—they were covered in blood.

"Lissa, come." Dragon's voice was even and calm. Calmer than I'd heard it in the past few days, anyway.

"I'm coming, keep your shirt on," I grumped. That was a joke—he was bare-chested and his tattoos were visible to me in the sliver of moonlight that shone down.

I hadn't realized that the camp was so far away. We walked for almost a mile. Wounded were being tended when we got back and tents had been erected hurriedly so the healers could get to the ones most in need.

"Thank goodness." Drake and Drew were waiting for us around a campfire and a quick meal had been brought from the cooking tents. "Lissa, sit down."

I was waiting to see what all the fuss was. I was fine—nobody had touched me. I held out my bare arms just to make sure. Nope, not a scratch.

"Here, baby." Drew handed a bowl of rice with beef and gravy to me. Drake offered chopsticks, so I dipped in.

"Have you two had something to eat?" I turned to each of my twins.

"We ate." Drake was nodding. "Here," he handed a cup of rice wine to me.

"Where are Devin and the others?" I asked.

"Doing a bit of healing," Dragon said, seating himself on the opposite side of the fire. Caylon, Pheran and Crane settled down around the fire, too, and Crane passed around a large bottle of rice wine.

"Lissa, what do you remember about the battle?" Dragon asked after a while. I looked up from my food. I had to think for a minute.

"Not much, I guess. I just remember when it started and when it ended, I think. What time is it?"

"Around three hours before dawn. You were fighting from just after sunset until only a little while ago. The enemy was running away after a while, Lissa. You saw where they were when you finished them off."

"That's bad." I put my bowl down.

"No, baby, eat the rest of it. Dad's not finished." Drew picked up my bowl and smiled encouragingly as he handed it back.

"Lissa, the ones we fought tonight—at least half of them, anyway, were altered in some way. They were all faster and stronger than they should have been." Dragon sighed and shook his head as if he were having trouble with that information. "That's how they managed to engage us so quickly. I know you're not aware of everything the Dark Elemaiya did before you came along, or even during the three hundred years of time you missed," Dragon went on. "They've allied with the Ra'Ak before and at one time they had one among them called the Khos'Mirai, or Dark Mirror. He's the opposite of the Ka'Mirai—the True Mirror. I'm thankful he's no longer alive—the Bright Elemaiya killed him centuries ago. We were seeing the results of the Dark Mirror's alliance with the Ra'Ak tonight."

"What are you talking about?" I stared at Dragon in alarm.

"Lissa, somehow, the Khos'Mirai must have convinced the Ra'Ak long ago that it was in their best interest to splice Ra'Ak DNA with that of the Elemaiya, instead of making them spawn as they would normally have done. We were facing an army of those creatures, tonight. They were difficult for a regular soldier to kill—all these Ra'Ak-enhanced warriors were much stronger and faster. Our company took out its share, but we would have lost this battle, Lissa. Except for you. I see, now, why a Queen Vampire is as important as she is. I've never seen anything like that. Pheligar was here just a short while ago, telling us where to find you since we can't track you in any way. I think you had some sort of battle rage going and you took every one of those fuckers down."

"No wonder I'm so tired," I sighed. "Please tell me I can sleep in a bed soon."