Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

Ellie asked her, “You’re sweet on Lothaire, ain’t you?”
    Now Hag strode toward her with undisguised malice.
    In a disbelieving tone, Lothaire grated, “Your insolence —”
    “I’m just funning with you two chuckleheads. But in all seriousness, Lothaire, you should defeat Dorada before you worry about the ring.”
    Hag said, “If you won’t shut your mouth, I’ll seal your lips for you.”
    Elizabeth shrugged. “Guess you don’t want my advice.”
    “He told you to shut up .”
    But Lothaire raised his hand. “Occasionally my new pet does tricks.” To Elizabeth, he said, “Speak.”
    “If Dorada can control all evil creatures, then you better get while the gettin’s good with that one.” She held his gaze. “I’m keenly aware that there’s no fighting someone when they have complete power over you.”
    “If I find the ring I seek, then I could defeat her with it.”
    “You told me it might take a month to find it?”
    “Unlikely. Yet possible.”
    “Dorada will be at full strength in a fraction of that time. You should always attack the time-sensitive task first.”
    “A reasonable deduction, but you don’t have all the variables. The ring’s location might change. If I don’t reach it, I could lose it forever.”
    “And that would be a shame ?”
    Just when Ellie decided she’d pushed too far—and met her goals—he told her, “I will talk with Hag privately now.”
    “Where exactly do you want me to go, Lothaire?”
    “You wanted to see the ocean?” he said in a cryptic tone. “It’s just outside. Go. Behold.”
    Excitement trilled through her. “Truly?”
    “We’re in the Outer Banks.”
    Ellie leapt to her feet, racing to the front door.

    Lothaire murmured, “In five, four, three . . .”
    “What are you talking about?” Hag asked.
    “The mortal’s about to run face-first into the—”
    “Ahhh!”
    “—boundary.” He smirked.
    “You don’t usually torment your prey, Lothaire.”
    “Yes, I do,” he corrected. “And besides, my prey doesn’t usually start it.”
    “Is her mind faulty? Mortal minds break so readily.”
    “She wants to provoke me, to goad my madness, so I’ll attack and kill her.”
    “She’s taking advantage of your greatest weakness so soon? Then she’s surprisingly clever, is she not?” Hag added an envelope of green crystals to a flask, and it briefly fizzled. “Are you certain she’s not your Bride?”
    “Careful, Hag,” he warned her, seething that she would even consider Elizabeth for him. “Your past employers might have forgiven your impudence; I will not.”
    “I never predicted your female would be Saroya.”
    “In so many words, you did. ‘A great and fearless queen beloved by vampires, who will secure your throne for you,’ ” he said. “ Ellie Ann , late of Appalachia, just isn’t going to inspire Hordely, vampirely love.”
    Elizabeth was not a royal, not a noble, not a vampire. Not even one among the lowest of the Loreans.
    Saroya was a deity.
    Hag’s lips thinned. Still unconvinced? How could she be? Of course Lothaire’s Bride was a goddess.
    He intended to start a dynasty with her that would last for eternity. The mother of that dynasty could not be an ignorant mortal peasant.
    “Do you remember when I first found Elizabeth?” he asked. “How I came back and told you there’d been an error? I railed and denied your vision, until I found Saroya and everything made sense. It was like an epiphany. And you do recall that I was never blooded until I saw Saroya.”
    “I could roll now. Find out for certain.”
    “You might as well roll to find out if the sky is blue. To waste your power on that, when you can barely eke out enough to aid me as it is? Among other things, you were supposed to have located the Valkyrie queen. But to no avail.”
    When she opened her mouth again, Lothaire cut her off. “Goddess of blood trumps mortal trailer trash. Period. To even entertain the alternative is ridiculous.” He leveled his gaze on her. “I will never—and can never—forsake Saroya. Raise this subject again in any fashion, and I’ll slit your throat to your spine. Understood?”
    She muttered, “Understood.”
    At least one female knew when to back down before him. Not that Hag was cowardly, but above all things, the fey female excelled in picking her battles. “Now, in regard to Dorada. I don’t want to use the ring to defeat her.”
    He’d planned to use it no more than three times. Though the