Page 26 of After Darkness Falls

At least she was honest. He wondered how many truths she'd be willing to reveal.

“Tell me why you're here, Catherine,” he said, using her full name. No one had ever accused him of being a pawn in anyone's game without his consent.

She crossed her legs elegantly. “Because my family wants me to marry you. I've been asked to make myself useful to you for the next three years, and to seduce you at the first opportunity.”

Very honest, then.

“Why did you comply?”

The stunning blonde tilted her head. “It's my understanding that you might eventually become king in this part of the world. Our intelligence has reported that your niece, the Queen of Germania, has very little support from the other families. Her reelection is approaching, and she may lose. I wouldn't mind being a princess, and I sure would like to be queen someday.”

In the Age of Blood, the vampire covens around the world elected the rulers who would reign over humans and paranormals alike. When they retired to the shadows, their kind allowed regular human politics to do as they chose, but they maintained their monarchical systems, to Levi's great sorrow.

It had made sense. Before the Great Reveal, most vampires had been either isolated or part of many little covens often at war with each other, fighting for territory, power, or perhaps just out of boredom. Having one king per continent, and a clear system with laws and structure, had considerably reduced the amount of immortal blood spilled without cause. Overall, Levi would have approved, if he wasn't, as Catherine had pointed out, far too close to the throne.

She was right. Bella would not be reelected. No other De Villier was fit to rule. Except him. He was the logical successor, on paper.

“You did your homework,” he stated. “You would have also noted that I’ve never taken a wife. What makes you think I’d change that now?”

Most immortal weddings were contracts, set to be broken within a predetermined length of time—a hundred years, typically. Levi didn’t know many elders who’d remained bachelors through the ages. But he’d never encountered a person—male, female, mortal, immortal, regular, shifter, or anything else—who’d captured his interest. He liked to have sex occasionally, and enjoyed the company of some of his kind. But marriage?

His mind involuntarily flickered back to his encounter with Chloe just a few minutes ago. He was annoyed at himself for thinking of her now, but he couldn’t help it.

She smelled of some fruity moisturizer and, underneath that, of forest, earth, and rain. Wild and sweet.

She was a problem he had no time for. A problem he couldn't ignore.

Just like the woman in front of him.

“I didn’t think you would,” she replied. “But my aunt insists. And I was tired of Rome, in any case.”

He nodded. At least she was under no delusions.

“Well, you're welcome to remain in Oldcrest, of course, and you're invited to attend the conclave on Night Hill during your stay, Catherine. If you wish to be of use to me, you may join my outings. My assistant will notify you, and you may address any question to him. You will not disturb me during my studies here at the Institute. If you bother me, you'll be on the next plane to Rome. Understood?”

The woman acquiesced. “Perfectly. I thank you, Your Grace.”

Levi sighed as she moved away. All the ridiculous fuss went with his name.

Ignoring her, as he intended to do for the foreseeable future, Levi headed to his computer. He placed his hand on his identification pad, and a small needle pricked his finger, drawing a drop of blood.

The system let him in.

As he was here earlier than usual, he took the opportunity to check on the patients, opening a live video feed.

The main camera showed all seven cells on each level of his dungeons. Inside each cell was a vampire. Some looked very young, others ancient. Some were truly ancients, and others just days old.

All were doomed.

Everyone was asleep on the first and second levels. On the third, three of the seven were aimlessly wandering their cells, their gazes void, their steps awkward.

Levi entered a few commands, and bags of blood dropped from the ceiling.

Immediately, every creature in the level stirred, grunting, searching everywhere like animals, and then attacking the bags. Most of the blood fell on the floor. They licked it, mindlessly ravenous.

Levi's eyes never gave away the slightest expression. He pressed on the recorder in his pocket to make a note. “Containment level three, five weeks after contamination. Subjects unstable. Remedy ineffective.”

He shifted to the last level, which held only one vampire. A small boy of nine, or so he seemed. He was called Steven, and he was nineteen—not much older. A child, to his eyes.

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