Vampire Court by Ingrid Seymour : White Knight
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 311 Kb
Vampire Court : Bianca is moving fast through the ranks. Maybe too fast.
Her body is changing and she fears what she might become. The power that courses through her veins is sweet and tempting.
“Is this what you do on your free days, my dear Bianca?” Rook Neculai asked. His once-green eyes were speckled with the color of mud and yet they seemed to sparkle with delight. “Spy on handsome Blackies?”
I did my best to appear confused, but I wasn’t sure if I was doing a good job. My nerves were getting the best of me. I had needed proof that trying to meet Nyro was a mistake and here it was.
Stupid stupid stupid.
Rook Neculai’s big nose was greasy and shone unpleasantly. I stared at it, unable to look him in the eye as I lied. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckled. “Young lady,” he said as if he were a teacher imparting a lecture, “I have been alive for almost eighty years. You can’t fool me.” He smiled condescendingly, almost sweetly.
Eighty years! He only appeared to be in his late forties, but he’d been a Rook for over thirty. One good taste of the Queen’s blood and he was able to appear half his age.
“He’s just… someone I know,” I said. “From before. I didn’t realize he had joined the Black Court. I was shocked to see him. That is all.”
The Rook examined my face for a moment as if he could read every nuance in my expression to determine whether or not I was telling the truth.
Nyro Stonehelm was a mere commoner and a thief only four months ago,” Neculai said. His voice—which until now I had thought of as foolish—switched to something calculating and cold. “How is it possible that a well-to-do lady such as yourself was acquainted with a scoundrel?”
I sucked in a breath, giving away my surprise. How did he know all of that?
“Oh, Bianca, I make it my job to know everything that goes on in Acedrex.” He took a step closer, making me wish I could melt into the wall. “Getting involved with a Blackie is a terrible idea.” He pronounced the last two words in a sing-song tone that was meant to sound like a caring warning. Instead, it was a threat that made me want to vomit.
This was the man I needed to face next in my next challenge, and he had me standing against the wall, trembling like a coward. He was nothing like what I had imagined. He was dangerous, not foolish.
“You are mistaken,” I managed, trying to gather my courage. “I’m not involved or getting involved with anyone.”
“Oh, dear girl,” he said, shaking his head, “if you want to survive in our court, you’ll need to learn how to lie better than that.” He sighed, regarding me sadly. “Look, you’re terribly young. You have so much to learn, but I like you, and I’m willing to help you. Rook Daciana is a worthy contender, but I believe you can easily take her place.”