she any
better?”
“Hey, Kiddy-Kad! She’s totally better. She’s healed already.”
“Healed?” Kaderin asked in surprise. “This is great news, but how can it be? Did the
witches help?”
“Actually, she’s already wed that Lykae—that hateful one we wanted to neuter—two
nights ago.”
Had Regin just purposely glossed over that question? Kaderin wanted to know more but
had always believed that in digging for secrets, she was begging Fate to somehow reveal
her own. And now with her new secret? Kaderin would let Regin coast by so very easily
right now.
“I can’t believe she married him.” The werewolf had absconded with Emmaline, taking her
back to his castle in Scotland .
“I know. A freaking Lykae. It could be worse, I suppose. Could have been a leech.”
Though Emma was half leech herself and drank blood for sustenance, the coven didn’t
think of her that way whatsoever. “Nah, Emma isn’t that big of a bonehead.”
Kaderin felt a tic in her cheek, almost as if she had winced. The Valkyrie covens were at
war with the vampires even now, and the Lore was hurtling toward an Accession—a war
among immortals that occurred every five hundred years. During times like this, Kaderin
was expected to be ridding vampires from the earth, not riding them. Did her face just get
hot?
“We tried to call you,” Regin said. Kaderin heard her blow a gum bubble. Like so many
Valkyrie, she would chew only one specific brand, Sad Wiener Peppermint, which was
beyond foul. Kaderin herself secretly preferred Happy Squirrel Citrus. “I think you left
your sat phone at the Lykae’s in all the confusion.”
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“I remember,” Kaderin said, but she had to wonder if they’d truly called her. Kaderin was
an emotionless cipher, and many were uncomfortable around her—especially at
celebrations.
Kaderin recognized when situations might be humorous but was never moved to laugh.
She knew she loved her half-sisters but never felt the need to show affection. At a
wedding, she wouldn’t have even approached a smile.
She bit her lip and stared at her feet. Luckily, Kaderin couldn’t perceive the sting of hurt
feelings from being left out, either. No, not at all. “Well, Regin, it happens that I didn’t
mind ditching the phone since you’d locked the Crazy Frog ring tone into it.”
“Me? Who? Whaa?”
“Tell Emma congratulations for me,” Kaderin said. “Is Myst around?” Maybe Kaderin
could uncover why Myst had been so tempted by that vampire general—without revealing
that she herself had been pleasured by one.
“She’s busy.”
“With what? When will she be able to talk?”
“Dunno.” Another gum bubble popped. “So the Hie cranks up in two days. Are you
ready?”
Another change of subject?
“Everything is in preparation,” Kaderin answered. All her supplies were packed and her
transportation confirmed. That had proved easy enough. The Accord—a federation of
twelve Valkyrie covens—had agreed that they needed the capability to move readily about
the world—especially Kaderin in the upcoming Hie. So they’d established a network of
helicopters and jets available on most continents.
Pilots would be on call for Kaderin in all the key capitals. As she’d specified, they would
be demons, and they wouldn’t ask a lot of questions.
Naturally, the Valkyrie, with their lavish sensibilities, had only the best. Any competitors in
the Hie worth their salt would be taking advantage of modern modes of transportation.
But not all would enjoy luxury helicopters and Learjets.
“So where’s your first stop?” Regin asked.
“All the competitors have to meet at Riora’s temple.” The goddess Riora was the
patroness of the Hie. It was her competition—she made the rules; she decided the prizes.
“Kind of like an orientation?”
“I suppose.” Kaderin’s first jaunt
better?”
“Hey, Kiddy-Kad! She’s totally better. She’s healed already.”
“Healed?” Kaderin asked in surprise. “This is great news, but how can it be? Did the
witches help?”
“Actually, she’s already wed that Lykae—that hateful one we wanted to neuter—two
nights ago.”
Had Regin just purposely glossed over that question? Kaderin wanted to know more but
had always believed that in digging for secrets, she was begging Fate to somehow reveal
her own. And now with her new secret? Kaderin would let Regin coast by so very easily
right now.
“I can’t believe she married him.” The werewolf had absconded with Emmaline, taking her
back to his castle in Scotland .
“I know. A freaking Lykae. It could be worse, I suppose. Could have been a leech.”
Though Emma was half leech herself and drank blood for sustenance, the coven didn’t
think of her that way whatsoever. “Nah, Emma isn’t that big of a bonehead.”
Kaderin felt a tic in her cheek, almost as if she had winced. The Valkyrie covens were at
war with the vampires even now, and the Lore was hurtling toward an Accession—a war
among immortals that occurred every five hundred years. During times like this, Kaderin
was expected to be ridding vampires from the earth, not riding them. Did her face just get
hot?
“We tried to call you,” Regin said. Kaderin heard her blow a gum bubble. Like so many
Valkyrie, she would chew only one specific brand, Sad Wiener Peppermint, which was
beyond foul. Kaderin herself secretly preferred Happy Squirrel Citrus. “I think you left
your sat phone at the Lykae’s in all the confusion.”
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“I remember,” Kaderin said, but she had to wonder if they’d truly called her. Kaderin was
an emotionless cipher, and many were uncomfortable around her—especially at
celebrations.
Kaderin recognized when situations might be humorous but was never moved to laugh.
She knew she loved her half-sisters but never felt the need to show affection. At a
wedding, she wouldn’t have even approached a smile.
She bit her lip and stared at her feet. Luckily, Kaderin couldn’t perceive the sting of hurt
feelings from being left out, either. No, not at all. “Well, Regin, it happens that I didn’t
mind ditching the phone since you’d locked the Crazy Frog ring tone into it.”
“Me? Who? Whaa?”
“Tell Emma congratulations for me,” Kaderin said. “Is Myst around?” Maybe Kaderin
could uncover why Myst had been so tempted by that vampire general—without revealing
that she herself had been pleasured by one.
“She’s busy.”
“With what? When will she be able to talk?”
“Dunno.” Another gum bubble popped. “So the Hie cranks up in two days. Are you
ready?”
Another change of subject?
“Everything is in preparation,” Kaderin answered. All her supplies were packed and her
transportation confirmed. That had proved easy enough. The Accord—a federation of
twelve Valkyrie covens—had agreed that they needed the capability to move readily about
the world—especially Kaderin in the upcoming Hie. So they’d established a network of
helicopters and jets available on most continents.
Pilots would be on call for Kaderin in all the key capitals. As she’d specified, they would
be demons, and they wouldn’t ask a lot of questions.
Naturally, the Valkyrie, with their lavish sensibilities, had only the best. Any competitors in
the Hie worth their salt would be taking advantage of modern modes of transportation.
But not all would enjoy luxury helicopters and Learjets.
“So where’s your first stop?” Regin asked.
“All the competitors have to meet at Riora’s temple.” The goddess Riora was the
patroness of the Hie. It was her competition—she made the rules; she decided the prizes.
“Kind of like an orientation?”
“I suppose.” Kaderin’s first jaunt
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