Mark of Betrayal (47 page)

“
Who?”

“
David. To know he’d be working in the background, using his queen as a pawn—a distraction from what he was really doing.” I shook my head, dusting some sand off my leg. “If he was alive, that’s exactly what he’d do.”

Arthur reached across and, using his thumb, swept a piece of dried seaweed away from my ankle. “I know. And I like that you knew him well enough to know that, too. I'm glad he found you.”

“
Me too.” I thought back to the school football field—David's secret smile, his hair with the gold tones in the summer sun and the vibrant green of his eyes that turned blue when we made love. “Hey, Arthur?”

“
Yes, my dear.”

“
If Peter loved Lilith enough to marry her, why did he betray her?”

“
Power,” he said simply. “Drake was well-known for his significant, paranormal skills, and Peter wanted something.”

“
So he
sold
the information?”

“
Something like that.”

“
What did he ask for?”

“
The power to transform into any creature he desired, so he could stalk the homes of men, feed from them, unnoticed.”

“
Really? For blood? That's it?”

“
Yes.” Arthur scratched the base of his ear and took a breath. “You have to understand, he was a
vampire
, his heart was not changed by the love of a human—still driven by the raw, voracious blood-obsession.”

“
And what did Drake do—did he give him the power?”

“
Yes. He did. And after Lilith’s death, Peter disappeared.”

“
Where did he go?”

“
No one knows. Some have whispered that he’s the white dog we call Petey, but it’s all speculation—no way to be certain.”

“
Wow. Petey? A vampire?”

“
Like I said, it’s a rumour—a very old one. One
I
personally do not believe.” Arthur brought his arms forward and dusted the sand off his hands.

“
So, how did Peter actually discover Lilith could die? Like, what brought him to discover her head could be chopped off?”

“
They had a certain amount of abhorrence between them.” He coughed into his hand. “It was a love of raw passion, filled with neurotic hate.”

“
So, what? He just chopped off her head one day?”

“
Well, he had no reason to believe it would come off. He was merely trying to cut her—”

“
Ew. That's so awful.”

Arthur smiled and nodded.

“
Well, I bet he regrets that decision now,” I said.

“
I imagine he would, if he is, in fact, alive—perhaps a dog.”

“
Oh, he’s a dog,” I said. “Maybe not Petey, but he’s a dog all right—a dirty, mangy mutt.”

“
Be mindful not to judge, Amara. Until you have endured the path of those you scorn, your opinion should remain unvoiced.”

“
Hmpf!” I scoffed. “Don’t you ever get exhausted being so fanatical about this
judge not
stuff?

“
Yes.” Arthur laughed warmly. “I actually do.”

After a deep, calm breath, I looked up at the darkening sky. I felt better now—lighter, not so clouded. “Thank you, Arthur. I really needed to talk to someone.”

“
Well, Prin—my queen.” He chuckled then and took my fingers in his. “Anytime you need a sympathetic ear, I will drop whatever I am doing and come to your aid—you need only look at me with those pretty eyes, and I'm all yours.”

“
Thanks.”

“
Like I said, anytime.”

“
Hey, Arthur?”

“
Yes, my dear.”

“
If I can get Mike to agree, would you be on my Private Council?”

He smiled widely. “Oh, my dear, it would be a great privilege, and it is an honour that you even asked, but…I must decline.”

“
Why?”

“
Because I believe I am of more use to you by being a friend.”

“
That doesn't make sense.”

“
Perhaps not to you, but—” he paused for a long time, his eyes shifting with what I thought were several different directions of conversation. “I care for you, and I am here to see you become a great queen. Despite that…I’ve been forced to keep some secrets, Amara, and I know you will trust me when I say this is for your own good. However, if I were on your Private Council, I would be obligated to tell you such things.”

“
Like what?”

He smirked. “You’re missing the point of the word secret.”

“
Okay.” I nodded, resting my arms over my knees. “Fine then. But…can you at least advise me of things in Court sessions, you know, we can work out a wink or a nod combo?”

“
I'm sorry, I can't do that,” he said in his austere voice. “I know what influence my words have on you, and it would be unfair of me to, essentially, rule the nation like a puppeteer. It would also be irresponsible of me. You will, in time, learn what is wrong and what works, and you will do that with my guidance, not my opinions. Okay?”

I turned my whole upper body to look at him. “Man, you are too good at this.”

“
At what?” He laughed.

“
At…I don't know…being noble and all.”

“
Well, I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“
Clearly.”

We both sat in silence for a while. All the things I’d just learned about Drake, Anandene and Vampirie skipped around in my head, lapping over the legends we’d based this entire monarchy on—legends that may be wrong. How was I to know what to believe now?

I sighed and hugged Arthur’s arm, resting my head on his shoulder. “Hey, Arthur?”

“
Yes, my dear.”

“
I was wondering if you might know something about this.” I reached down and lifted the key from under my shirt. “I found it in the forest,” I added as he held it in his fingertips, studying it carefully.

“
No, sorry, my lady, I’ve not seen it before. But this—” He pointed to the rope-like symbol on the top, “—is called a Celtic Knot.”

“
What’s a Celtic Knot?”

“
Many have argued its interpretation and significance, but one truth I have come to find in all my years is that it represents an unending force—perhaps immortal life.”

“
Wow.” I took the key back. “Do you think it belonged to Lilith once?”

He shook his head. “I’d have no way of knowing, but I never saw her with any key such as this. I
can
tell you that this symbol is a part of Drake’s family crest, though.”

“
Really? So, is that like my family crest then?”

“
No. It was designed for him and his descendants.”

“
He has descendants?”

“
He has several.”

“
From Anandene?”

“
No.”

“
Do they…I mean, do I know any of them—have any defected?”

He shook his head. “You have met one before, though.”

“
I did?”

“
Yes. You killed him.”

I covered my mouth. “I did? Well, who was he?”

“
He was a vile creature, Amara, do not pity him. He was born of sin and wreaked such atrocities on the world his own father locked him in a coffin six feet beneath the earth for a century.”

“
Why?”

“
It all began when Drake sought to experiment with different breeds of vampires. He tried mating with Created Lilithians, attempting to form a new species, but was never successful—the Created couldn't seem to bear children like the pure bloods could. So, he had a child with a human woman, then, when that half-blood grew up, a daughter, he…” Arthur left that bit hanging.

“
He had a child with her?”

Arthur looked down. “He did.”

“
With his own daughter?”

“
Yes.”

I nearly vomited. “And…what was the child? I mean, was it a half-blood or…”

“
It was something else, entirely. You may have heard that, throughout history, it was common for humans to inbreed—which led to deformities.”

“
Yeah.”

“
Well, the powerful blood of immortals merely magnified that. The boy was normal of appearance but, inside, he was like a beast—twisted, vile and cruel. He did some very…unspeakable things.”

“
Like what?”

Arthur looked at me carefully then closed his eyes for a second. “I'm afraid, Your Majesty, I should not taint your pure heart with such tales.”

“
Please tell me.”

He shook his head, his lips tight. “All I will say is that he preferred to prey on the innocent. He enjoyed watching something pure and sweet writhe and squeal. And what he did to some of those creatures, not all of them being human, haunts my dreams.”

“
So, how did
I
come to kill him then, and when?”

“
Do you remember the boy you bit—in the council chamber?”

“
The blonde boy?”

“
Yes.”

“
Of course I do. I still have nightmares about it.”

“
Well—” He took my hand firmly. “Do not. He was a creature not fit for this world. So heinous, in fact, I fear for the devil if he owns that boy’s soul.”

“
So…I killed a monster—not a boy?”

“
Monster is too kind a word for what he was. A soulless, demonic entity, might better describe him.”

I let out a really long breath and smiled. “Thank you.”

“
What for?”

“
I…I've been suffering so much guilt for having killed that boy. There was never any resolution for me. I just kept wondering what he did wrong—what he did to deserve being killed.”

Arthur smiled. “I wish I had told you sooner. I'm sorry. I did not think of it.”

“
It’s okay. I know now.” I rubbed my face firmly, then my neck, shaking my head the whole time. “How is it that pretty much any conversation we have leaves me with more information about everything to do with vampires than an entire eight week lesson with Morgaine?”

Arthur chuckled. “She
thinks
she knows everything. I
actually
do.”

I laughed, too, looking up when a shadow passed over my face on the left.

“
Hey, guys.” Eric sat down beside me.

“
Hey, Eric,” I said; Arthur merely nodded.

“
So—” He knocked me casually with his elbow. “Emily sent me out here to look for you. Says Morgaine told Mike you weren’t in your room, and now he’s gone mad looking for you.”

From the corner of my eye I saw Arthur’s dimple press into his cheek as he looked down.

“
Well, I'm right here. I've just been talking with Arthur.”

Eric laughed. “That's what Mike’s worried about.”

And that made me feel heavy. It seemed even proving myself as queen wasn't enough to get Mike off my back.

Eric placed his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him, kissing me quickly on the top of the head. “Good job last night, kiddo. I nearly fell over with pride when you came up that hill today.”

“
Thanks, Eric.” I rubbed his chest then sat up again.

“
Anytime.” He stood and dusted the sand off his jeans. “I’ll go tell Mike I found you down here alone and sent you to your room, okay?”

I smiled up at him. “Thanks.”

He nodded, then gave Arthur a slight bow, a force of habit, I guess, and wandered up the giant, steep stone stairs, like a human.

“
He’s afraid of you, isn't he?” I said.

Arthur laughed. “Only with good reason.”

“
He still bows.”

“
Yes.” He laughed again. “I noticed that.”

I linked my arm through Arthur’s and rested my head on his shoulder again. “Hey, Arthur?”

“
Yes, my dear,” he said in a much warmer tone than any before.

“
I'm glad you're here.”

He patted my hand. “Me too, princess.”

Chapter Twelve

Sitting in front of my dresser, I angled my wrist into the light and rolled it, making sure the Markings had completely faded. The absence of black ink showed the perfect, unblemished white skin; all my scars had healed now, even the few Jason left when he kidnapped me at the Masquerade. I touched my fingers to my neck and traced down my chest to where he literally tore my heart out only a few months ago. That scar was gone, too. I’d made the full transition to queen—to Lilithian, and completely left the past behind—even its scars. But somehow, that made me feel a little sad.

The mysterious Celtic Knot key rested just above the red silk of my ball gown, looking ever so shiny, like a silvery blade in a pool of blood. It suited me, this key, and I was glad I found it—glad I found something to replace the locket Jason took and never gave back.

The door opened and I looked up, putting my thoughts away.

“
You nearly ready, Queen Amara?” Morgaine stepped in.