her and undermining her
intimidation of these people, which she had always wielded like a weapon. She would
strike out—but not with anger. She would unleash her chilling brand of menace.
For her sisters... anything.
She studied her reflection in her sword. If the vampire got in her way, she’d slice her blade
through his neck. She wouldn’t even wait to see his body collapse before she turned and
forgot him.
I could enter.
Sebastian could give her something she wanted badly. He could win this competition, and
in doing so, he could garner her affection.
In his mortal life, he’d been a knight but had no lady to offer his sword. Now he did.
“Then let it be known who’s competing,” said the pale, waxy-skinned man beside Riora.
All seemed to defer to Kaderin, and she stood, sheathing her sword behind her with one
perfectly threaded stab. With her shoulders back and her voice ringing clearly, she said,
“Kaderin the Cold of the Accord, competing for the Valkyrie and the Furiae.”
Furies exist too? Is she part Fury?
When she sat, a black-haired female stood. “Competing for all Sirenae, I am Lucindeya of
the Oceania Sirens.”
So, sirens exist outside of myth as well. He ran his hand over the back of his neck.
Astonishing.
From just to his right, the girl in the cloak announced, “Mariketa the Awaited, from the
House of Witches.”
Witches, too.
It was one thing for Sebastian to encounter the clearly “mythical” beings. His eyes grew
accustomed to them soon enough. But it was somehow stranger to hear beings who
looked human stand up and so easily announce that they weren’t.
When he’d been out among humans, feeling that he was a predator, he might actually have
been among other creatures entirely and never known it...
Sebastian’s adversary emerged from the shadows. “Bowen MacRieve of the Lykae Clan.”
He had a Scottish accent but didn’t differentiate his clan as being from Scotland . Are all
werewolves Scottish? Sebastian thought, half delirious. Well, why the fuck not?
Under her breath, the woman with Mariketa muttered, “Bowen? I hardly recognized him
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) since he’s lost so much weight.”
He’s been bloody bigger than this?
“Then we just got another contender. Gods, he’s a ruthless one. Amazing. The blogs will
go wild over this.”
Who are the Blogs?
Sounding as if she barely moved her lips, Mariketa muttered back, “Why does he keep
staring at me?” Indeed, the Scot was staring, scowl in place.
The woman shrugged, seeming stumped as well.
Demons of all shapes and sizes from monarchies of demons, or the “Demonarchies,”
announced their intent to compete. A female who resembled Kaderin’s kind, with large
luminous eyes and pointed ears, was representing the “Noble Fey and all Elvefolk.” When
she acknowledged Kaderin with a dignified bow, Kaderin inclined her head graciously.
She respects that competitor?
“Any others?” Riora asked.
Silence. They all glanced around. When he stood, Kaderin’s eyes widened, and she slowly
shook her head at him.
“I’m Sebastian Wroth, and I enter as well.”
Kaderin briefly raised her face to the glass ceiling.
Muted hisses accompanied his announcement but fell silent wherever he glowered.
Clearly, being a vampire had earned him seething hatred in this realm, but it seemed it also
earned him some power.
“Which faction do you represent?” Riora asked in an amused tone.
He stared at Kaderin as he spoke. “None.”
“Ah, but you must to enter. A sponsorship of sorts.” When he turned back to her, Riora
nodded winningly and added, “Like cotillion. Or AA.” Then her eyes bored into his as if
she could see into his mind.
“He’s a Forbearer, Riora.” Kaderin stood. “A turned human. It’s against the law to teach
him about this world, and he will learn much in this competition.”
“Is this
intimidation of these people, which she had always wielded like a weapon. She would
strike out—but not with anger. She would unleash her chilling brand of menace.
For her sisters... anything.
She studied her reflection in her sword. If the vampire got in her way, she’d slice her blade
through his neck. She wouldn’t even wait to see his body collapse before she turned and
forgot him.
I could enter.
Sebastian could give her something she wanted badly. He could win this competition, and
in doing so, he could garner her affection.
In his mortal life, he’d been a knight but had no lady to offer his sword. Now he did.
“Then let it be known who’s competing,” said the pale, waxy-skinned man beside Riora.
All seemed to defer to Kaderin, and she stood, sheathing her sword behind her with one
perfectly threaded stab. With her shoulders back and her voice ringing clearly, she said,
“Kaderin the Cold of the Accord, competing for the Valkyrie and the Furiae.”
Furies exist too? Is she part Fury?
When she sat, a black-haired female stood. “Competing for all Sirenae, I am Lucindeya of
the Oceania Sirens.”
So, sirens exist outside of myth as well. He ran his hand over the back of his neck.
Astonishing.
From just to his right, the girl in the cloak announced, “Mariketa the Awaited, from the
House of Witches.”
Witches, too.
It was one thing for Sebastian to encounter the clearly “mythical” beings. His eyes grew
accustomed to them soon enough. But it was somehow stranger to hear beings who
looked human stand up and so easily announce that they weren’t.
When he’d been out among humans, feeling that he was a predator, he might actually have
been among other creatures entirely and never known it...
Sebastian’s adversary emerged from the shadows. “Bowen MacRieve of the Lykae Clan.”
He had a Scottish accent but didn’t differentiate his clan as being from Scotland . Are all
werewolves Scottish? Sebastian thought, half delirious. Well, why the fuck not?
Under her breath, the woman with Mariketa muttered, “Bowen? I hardly recognized him
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) since he’s lost so much weight.”
He’s been bloody bigger than this?
“Then we just got another contender. Gods, he’s a ruthless one. Amazing. The blogs will
go wild over this.”
Who are the Blogs?
Sounding as if she barely moved her lips, Mariketa muttered back, “Why does he keep
staring at me?” Indeed, the Scot was staring, scowl in place.
The woman shrugged, seeming stumped as well.
Demons of all shapes and sizes from monarchies of demons, or the “Demonarchies,”
announced their intent to compete. A female who resembled Kaderin’s kind, with large
luminous eyes and pointed ears, was representing the “Noble Fey and all Elvefolk.” When
she acknowledged Kaderin with a dignified bow, Kaderin inclined her head graciously.
She respects that competitor?
“Any others?” Riora asked.
Silence. They all glanced around. When he stood, Kaderin’s eyes widened, and she slowly
shook her head at him.
“I’m Sebastian Wroth, and I enter as well.”
Kaderin briefly raised her face to the glass ceiling.
Muted hisses accompanied his announcement but fell silent wherever he glowered.
Clearly, being a vampire had earned him seething hatred in this realm, but it seemed it also
earned him some power.
“Which faction do you represent?” Riora asked in an amused tone.
He stared at Kaderin as he spoke. “None.”
“Ah, but you must to enter. A sponsorship of sorts.” When he turned back to her, Riora
nodded winningly and added, “Like cotillion. Or AA.” Then her eyes bored into his as if
she could see into his mind.
“He’s a Forbearer, Riora.” Kaderin stood. “A turned human. It’s against the law to teach
him about this world, and he will learn much in this competition.”
“Is this
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