Immortals After Dark 01 - The Warlord Wants Forever Read Free

universally shunned by all the factions of the Lore. Those beings hid in the shadows, fleeing from whatever land Kristoff’s army occupied, working together to always be one step ahead. Wroth’s human experience said they should have been able to get information by now, but the reality was that this was a different plane altogether. The same effort that went into hiding the Lore from humans for ages went into keeping Kristoff’s soldiers in the dark as well.

    “Any sign of Conrad or Sebastian?” Kristoff asked.

    Wroth shook his head. He hadn’t seen his brothers since shortly after they’d been turned, but he’d heard they’d been in a skirmish with natural born vampires. Though he and Murdoch hadn’t expected to find their brothers here, they had hoped the two might be in the dungeons of the castle they’d strategically needed to take.

    “Perhaps the next Horde stronghold.”

    Wroth nodded, though he doubted it. He sensed his youngest brother Bastian was dead and suspected the mind of the next oldest, Conrad, was unreachable even if he could be found. The two had not appreciated the eternal life their older brothers had forced on them.

    Murdoch examined a gouge in his arm, seeming unconcerned with this blow, but then he generally seemed unconcerned about everything. Though they shared similar looks, he and Wroth couldn’t be more different in personality. Wroth believed in Kristoff’s cause, seeing many parallels to his own past, and wanted to continue to fight. Murdoch didn’t particularly care. Wroth suspected his brother fought only as a favor to him—or because they had nothing else now.

    “Wroth found a being in the dungeon,” Murdoch said. “She seems to have extensive knowledge of the Lore.”

    “What kind of being?”

    Wroth answered, “I have no idea. She appears fey, delicate, with sharply pointed ears. But she has these small fangs and her fingernails were more like…claws. She’s not vampire.”

    Kristoff frowned at that. “Perhaps she’s born of more than one species?”

    “Perhaps.” More speculation. Wroth was sick of it. He wanted to know the rules of the game so he could dominate it.

    “Find out everything you can from her.”

    “She won’t talk. I’ve interrogated enough to know she’ll hint but never truly divulge. And she hates vampires.”

    Kristoff pinched his forehead. “Then tomorrow night if we haven’t gotten information from the rest of the prisoners, we treat her as the Horde she hates would. Torture her for the information if you can’t get it any other way.”

    Wroth nodded, but the idea sat ill with him. As a human he’d been merciless to his enemies, but he’d never tortured a woman. She wasn’t truly a woman, he reminded himself. She was a female among the Lore, and their army’s survival could depend on the knowledge she held.

    Perhaps he’d never tortured a woman because he’d never needed to.

    The creature had been right, Wroth thought as a guard showed him to his new chambers. He was going to call her up to him.

    To do what with her, he didn’t know.

Chapter Two
    D id you miss me? Because I missed you,” she said when the guard escorted her inside his bedroom. Out of habit, he stood when a lady entered, and she flashed him a brilliant smile. “A gentleman warrior. Who cleans up very well.” She fanned herself with her hand. “I think I’m in love.”

    He didn’t answer, and she didn’t seem to mind as she casually scanned the room. “Retro Dracula. Not necessarily what I would have done, but then I’m not married to sun-proof shutters like you might be….” She shrugged, then headed for the bathroom. “Taking a shower if you don’t mind,” she said airily over her shoulder, making him raise his brows.

    At the doorway, she unbuttoned her tight blouse and shrugged from it, leaving only a transparent black bra. She turned to him, revealing her scarcely covered breasts, he knew, just so he could see the creamy flesh