Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

stride to Kaderin. “I must go—”
    Riora appeared in front of him. “How did you find this place?” she asked, her voice becoming more forceful. “I don’t recall sending you an invitation, neither does Scribe here”—she snapped her fingers, and the man dropped his candle snuffer to hurry to her side—“and I’m not certain I appreciate you crashing my party.”
    “I traced here.” He had to remember he could reach Kaderin at any time. And that he had better not anger the deity who had given him the favor of competing.
    “You couldn’t ever have been here.”
    Finally, the Lykae loped away. Kaderin gave the Scot a vulgar hand gesture behind his back, then stared in obvious bafflement at her own finger.
    “I traced to Kaderin.” When Sebastian saw Kaderin dig a phone from her jacket, then slip through the doorway, he turned back to Riora with his jaw clenched. “She was my destination.”
    Riora’s lips curled as if she were delighted. Suddenly, her eyes seemed to burn. “But, vampire, that’s impossible.”
    In a distracted tone, he said, “Perhaps it was considered so before, but—”
    “How did you do it?” She placed her forefinger on the altar and used it to press herself up to a sitting position at the edge.
    He hurriedly explained how the variable constraints couldn’t be separated. You couldn’t have one possible and the other impossible when they were so similar. If it was a feat of mental dexterity and sense-memory detail, then it followed that tracing could be taken to extremes not seen before.
    “Ut-ter-ly fascinating.” She turned to the small man, fanning herself. “Scribe, I think I’m in love. He’s like my very own foot soldier! How shall I reward him?”
    Scribe said, “To tell by his grinding teeth and bulging jaw, I’d say he has only one desire at present.” Sebastian saw that Scribe did not appreciate his interest in the Valkyrie.
    “Oh, yes. Kaderin. ” Riora sniffed. “I’m jealous, vampire, and let down. And later I shall cry.”
    Sebastian sensed power in her, fickle power, and until he knew what he was about in this world, he thought it wise to tread carefully. “I... meant no offense.”
    Scribe cleared his throat, and as if the words were tortured from him, he said, “Goddess Riora, it’s incumbent upon me to tell you that your attraction to this male is quite possible. I daresay his winning over Lady Kaderin is, given her history, im possible.”
    Her eyes widened, and she nodded sagely. “Ah, you are right. This is why I keep you alive—”
    “What about Kaderin’s history?” Sebastian interrupted.
    Riora squinted at him as if he were a bug she’d never seen before, actually leaning her head in closer to his face. “You spoke over me. I’ve conflicting impulses to boil you and coddle you.”
    “Goddess, I apologize,” he said, but he continued undaunted. “You mentioned her history... ”
    As though the trespasses were forgotten, she whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “Vampires have behaved very badly toward Kaderin. And, well, you’re a vampire.”
    His fangs sharpened at the thought of her being hurt. “What was done to her?”
    She ignored his grated question, and asked one of her own. “Do you have any idea how high you reach for one such as her?”
    In fact, he was well acquainted with that idea. Though Kaderin abhorred what he was, he couldn’t be more pleased with her. When she’d hopped up onto this altar next to Riora, he’d seen that the goddess had nothing over his Bride.
    Still, he raised his chin. “I have wealth to spoil her and strength to protect her. She could do worse for a husband.”
    “Arrogant vampire.” She chuckled. “She’s the daughter of gods.”
    He swallowed. And that would be why she outshone a goddess.
    “Still feel so confident?”
    He hadn’t been before. Now he wondered if even the minuscule odds he’d given himself were overestimated.
    She asked, “Do you plan to win the key for her?”
    “Yes, exactly.”
    “Wouldn’t want it for yourself?” she asked. “Imagine the possibilities.”
    “It is hard for me to believe it would work,” he admitted. “Is there any proof it will?”
    “No. I have no proof, at all.” Riora sighed. “Just the word of Mr. Thrane.”
    Sebastian ran his hand over the back of his neck, but the movement made his chest muscles scream in protest. “Then can I ask why you are convinced it will work?”
    “I am convinced it will work, vampire,