Reign Of Gods (Book #1 in 'Vampire God Trilogy') [COMPLETED]

Chapter 16

In the moment between wake and sleep, there was candlelight, and the bliss of nothing. Easy warmth and sheets scented with lavender, and floating on the comfort of nothing.

But the moment passed, and Glenna remembered.King was dead, hurled into the sea by monsters with the same carelessness of a boy tossing a pebble into a lake.She‟d gone upstairs alone, by her own request, to seek the solitude and oblivion of sleep.

Watching the candle flicker, she wondered if she would ever be able to
sleep in the dark again. If she would ever be able to see night coming and not think their time was coming with it. To walk in the moonlight without fear? Would she ever know that simplicity again? Or would even a rainy day forever send chills down her spine?

She turned her head on the pillow. And she saw him silhouetted by the
silver light that slid through the window that overlooked his herb garden.

Keeping watch in the night, she thought, over her. Over them all. Whatever burdens they all bore, his were heavier. And still he‟d come to stand between her and the dark.

"Hoyt."

She sat up as he turned, and she held out her hands to him.

"I didn‟t want to wake you." He crossed to her, took her hands while
studying her face in the dim light. "Are you in pain?"

"No. No, it‟s gone under, at least for now. I have you and Moira to thank for that."

"You helped yourself as much as we did. And sleep will help as well."

"Don‟t go. Please. How's Cian?"

"I don‟t know." He sent a troubled look toward the door. "Closed in
his rooms with the whiskey." Looking at her, he brushed back her hair,
turning her face to take a closer study at the bruising. "We‟re all using what
we can tonight, so the pain goes under."

"She would never have let him go. She would never have released King. No matter what we‟d done."

"No." He eased down to sit on the side of the bed. "Cian must have known that somewhere inside him, but he had to try. We had to try."

By pretending to be a bargaining chip, she thought, remembering Hoyt‟s explanation of what they‟d seen on the cliffs.

"Now we all know there can be no bargaining in this," he continued.

"Are you strong enough to hear what I have to say?"

"Yes."

"We‟ve lost one of us. One of the six we were told we needed to fight this battle, to win this war. I don‟t know what it means."

"Our warrior. Maybe it means we all have to become warriors. Better ones. I killed tonight, Hoyt-more from luck than skill-but I destroyed what had once been human. I can and will do it again. But with more skill.Every day with more skill. She took one of us, and she thinks it‟ll make us weak and frightened. But she‟s wrong. We‟ll show her she‟s wrong.I‟m to lead this battle. You have great skill in magics. You‟ll work in the tower on weapons, shields, spells. A protective circle to-"

"Whoa, wait." She held up a hand. "Am I getting this? I‟m consigned
to the tower-what, like Rapunzel?"

"I don‟t know this person."

"Just another helpless female waiting to be rescued. I‟ll work on the magics, and I‟ll work harder and longer. Just like I‟ll train harder and longer. But what I won‟t do is sit up in the tower day and night with my cauldron and crystals, writing spells while the rest of you fight."

"You had your first battle today, and it nearly killed you."

"And gave me a lot more respect for what we‟re up against. I was called to this, just like the rest of us. I won‟t hide from it."