RAVEN HAD FELT FEAR BEFORE. She’d been afraid of her stepfather when she was young, she’d been afraid of the dark when she lived in foster care, and she’d been afraid when she first entered the Prince’s world. She disliked being in the underground of Florence. She disliked being blindfolded.
But in the underworld of Rome, something even more sinister hung in the air. Icy tentacles of fear crept over her skin, despite being suspended on Borek’s shoulder, surrounded by the rest of the detachment.
Music reverberated, as if from a distant dance club, the bass line shaking Raven’s body. She found herself clinging to Borek’s shirt amid the punishing, relentless rhythm.
The music grew fainter as they marched. Screams and harsh laughter exploded from places unknown, along with orgiastic cries. Sobbing and moaning could be heard—now near, now far—throwing Raven’s senses into confusion.
If there were a hell, it would sound like this, she thought.
She pressed an ear against Borek’s body and covered the other with her hand, trying to block out the cacophony.
“Calm yourself,” he hissed. “Everyone can smell your fear.”
“Where’s my sister?” She tried to catch a glimpse of the soldier who held Cara.
Borek’s large hand flexed over the back of her legs, a move calculated to silence her.
“She’s in front of me,” he whispered.
Raven stopped struggling, but her heart beat a furious pace. What if they were separated from the group? What if one of the Romans decided to take Cara?
She couldn’t breathe. Panic ensued as she gasped for air.
Something cool touched her hand.
Raven jerked her hand away, but the coolness followed; a hand gently covered hers. A thumb stroked her palm.
William.
She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him. A measure of calm washed over her. William would stand between her and the darkness. Always.
She moved her hand, questing for his fingers. She wished she could speak to him. She wished she could beg him to get her out of this terrible place. But he was on a mission, and the protection of the Roman must be worth the risk of descending into what seemed like perdition.
William traced a pattern on her palm and withdrew. Raven focused on the memory of his fingers and drew a very deep breath, willing her heartbeat to slow.
The detachment of Florentines ascended a staircase that seemed to spiral in a never-ending circle. The music dulled to a low thud, as if it were far below them.
Eventually, they halted.
Raven moved her head and was able to discern that they were gathered in a narrow passage, lit by torches.
Captain Gaius announced that they were to wait inside the rooms provided until Lieutenant Cato sent for the Prince. The captain gave no indication of how long that might be.
The Prince had a short exchange with the captain, which was studiously formal. Raven knew from William’s tone that he was angry at being delayed. But he eventually acquiesced to the captain’s instructions.
The Florentines were ushered through a door, and the Roman escort withdrew. She heard the sound of a door closing.
William undid Raven’s blindfold, pointing her and her sister toward a lavishly decorated sitting room. He remained with the soldiers, who cloistered themselves in the adjoining space.
“You are confined to these quarters until I order otherwise. Commander Borek, I leave you in charge. I will see to it that bottles of blood are delivered to you for feeding.”
The Prince crossed over to the sitting room and closed the door between the two spaces, closeting himself with the women.
“Release her.” Raven’s arm was around her sister’s shoulder, while Cara stared unseeingly into space.
“No.”
“William.” Raven’s voice edged past reproachful into angry.
“Remember how you felt walking through the palace halls?” William’s gray eyes were knowing. “You were right to be afraid. Even though the Roman is my ally, like all vampyres, he is capricious and not to be trusted. We are surrounded by potential enemies. The smallest unguarded word from your sister’s lips could mean the death of all of us.”
Raven’s green eyes grew round. “But—but the Roman would never kill you.”
“Even I have executed allies.”
Before Raven could respond, he gestured to the twin couches that stood in the center of the room.
“Rest. I shall arrange for food and drink to be sent down. But don’t leave this room.” He paused, his eyes moving over her face. “We may be here for some time.”
Chapter Twenty-One
THE PRINCE WAS ON A MISSION.
Even now, the Curia could be storming his city. Ibarra and Aoibhe were likely colluding against him. Indeed, they could have usurped his throne in the hours he’d been absent.
He did not have time to wait until the lieutenant tired of his current pursuits and decided to grant him an audience.
The Prince arranged for his soldiers to be fed and for human food to be delivered to Raven and her sister. He insisted he be allowed to wait outside Lieutenant Cato’s audience room until the lieutenant agreed to see him.
Captain Gaius had ordered the Prince to return to his quarters, but William simply used a mild form of mind control on the captain, and he’d relented.
The Prince was surprised that a captain in the Roman guard would be so susceptible to an old one’s influence. He made sure to keep his mind control subtle, so as not to attract attention.
Now he waited on Cato, his body and mind restless.