Blood Redemption (34 page)

He bent down and placed a soul-stirring kiss on her lips this time. “Then you must
know that the night we spent in my cell, the night you came to me after my family
had been executed, was as real to me as it was to you, in spite of my grief and need.
Perhaps I could not articulate it, or show it, beyond the animal instincts that drove
me, but it was…earth-shattering just the same. And I never intended to hurt you, to
kill you with a pregnancy. I was drowning, and you were my lifeline. I reached out
for it, and almost took you under with me. But never on purpose.”

Vanya hiccupped a sob. “I believe you. I do. I felt it in your hands, your kiss. Your
hunger. I felt it when you took my pain away; and I knew it to be true in Kagen’s
clinic when you offered your life to Serpens in exchange for my own, and Lucien’s.”
She stepped back then and cupped his face in her hands, no longer appearing lost or
uncertain. “You are such an enigma, Saber Alexiares. Such a dark, dangerous, beautiful
enigma.”

“A real bastard,” he whispered.

“A fire-breathing dragon,” she clarified.

“Yes,” he said honestly. “And all of it—all of me—is yours.”

Vanya closed her eyes. “So what now?”

Saber offered his forefinger to Lucien’s seeking fist, sensing that the child was
growing restless. When Lucien immediately grabbed hold and tightened his grip, Saber
felt like he was home. “We take it one day, one moment, at a time. But not without
commitment, not without each other.”

“A marriage ceremony?” Vanya asked.

“If that is your desire,” Saber said. “I don’t require a ceremony to know where my
loyalties lie; but if you ask me to bring you the moon and the stars, then I will
do my best to get them for you.”

“Your best,” Vanya echoed.

“Such as it is,” Saber said.

Vanya smiled unabashedly then, and the brightness of her features rivaled the noonday
sun, warming his awakening heart even as it cast a halo over the perfect child they
had created together. “There really is no question,” she muttered softly. “I don’t
think there ever was.” She winced. “I think that was blatantly apparent the moment
I slashed your tires.”

Saber laughed with abandon then. “You did slash my tires, you wicked, wicked female.”
He shook his head in appreciation. “And you couldn’t have touched me deeper if you
had sent me flowers.”

“If I had asked Lorna to pick them out for me, first,” she teased.

“Touché,” he said.

Just then, Lucien stirred in his arms. The child hiccupped, and then he smiled at
his father for all he was worth.

Saber stared at his son, amazed to see a half sneer, half scowl emerge as the right
side of Lucien’s mouth turned up in a grin. Looking down into his mirror image, Saber
couldn’t help but think he had finally gotten it right. He had created something worth
cherishing.

A future that might include love.

A family that no one could take away.

A reason to get up in the morning, despite all of the pain and betrayal.

Relaxing into the newfound sensation of warmth, Saber glowed inside. By all the gods
and goddesses—those he had heard of, and those he had yet to learn of—he was finally
holding his own
redemption
.

Kagen Silivasi reclined in an elegant, rust-colored armchair, staring up at the ceiling
in his twin’s vaulted Great Room. He was waiting, along with the other members of
his family, to welcome Nathaniel’s guests. Well, in truth, Vanya Demir and Saber Alexiares
were hardly what one could call
guests
,
and they weren’t so much coming to see Nathaniel as all of the Silivasi brothers
at once: It was more than just a little bit cryptic, this urgent, impromptu meeting.

Unsettling to say the least.

He glanced out the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the magnificent mountain view,
before regarding his eldest brother Marquis inquisitively. “And you have no idea what
this is about?”

“None,” Marquis responded. He shuffled restlessly in his own armchair. “To tell you
the truth, I’m still a bit shocked that the male had the brass to ask for this meeting,
to step foot in this house”—he regarded Nachari’s mate Deanna as well as their newly
acquired little sister Kristina with deference—“to show his face around either of
these females, willingly, after what he did to them.”

“Agreed,” Nachari Silivasi said, leaning back against the wall beside the fireplace.
“It does seem like a bold move.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “On the other
hand, I also have to concede that the male is trying.”

“Hmm,” Marquis grumbled, refusing to say any more.

“It seems like only yesterday when we went through Vanya’s conversion at the clinic,”
Kagen commented.

“Hell, it seems like only yesterday when the bastard didn’t burn in the sun,” Marquis
retorted.

“Marquis,” Kagen chastised. “At some point, we may have to let bygones be bygones.”

Nachari shrugged. “The way I see it: If Vanya wants to be with him—and it’s pretty
evident she does—then that’s her call; and we all have to get used to it.”

“The way you see it,” Marquis growled. “Who asked you how you saw it?”

Nachari winked at the burly Ancient Master Warrior. “Love you, too, bro.”

“Whatever,” Marquis grumbled.

Kagen sat forward then. “I just don’t understand what this is about—what could Saber
possibly have to say to all of us that is this important?”

Nathaniel, who was sitting next to his mate on the sofa, shrugged with indifference.
“Perhaps, there’s an apology coming.”

Jocelyn rubbed her temples. “Maybe.”

Deanna shifted uneasily in her seat next, sharing a knowing glance with Kristina,
who was nestled on the soft beige sofa beside Jocelyn. “I hope not,” she said insistently.
“I’m not sure I’m quite as…forgiving…as my mate.”

Nachari strolled languidly to her side and sat on the arm of her chair. He took her
hand in his and softly kissed her knuckles. “Not forgiving, love. Just…evolving.”

Deanna nodded and squeezed his hand.

As far as Kagen could tell, something important had passed between his little brother
and the newly redeemed vampire not so long ago in the Red Canyons. Saber’s dark brother
Diablo, along with two soldiers from the Dark Ones colony, had tried to kill Saber;
and Nachari and Ramsey had shown up to defend the recalcitrant male, to try and save
Saber despite the bad blood that existed between them. Whatever had taken place in
that valley had quenched some of Nachari’s anger and begun to forge at least a tentative
truce between the two males. As far as Kagen was concerned, Nachari was a wise and
intuitive wizard. If he was beginning to see things in a different light, then perhaps
a different light existed. He was just about to make a comment to that effect when
Alejandra, Nathaniel’s live-in housekeeper, stepped into the living room.

“Mr. Silivasi,” she said in her thick Latin accent. “Your guests have arrived. Should
I show them in?”

Nathaniel stretched fluidly in his seat to relieve some tension, and then he placed
a protective arm around Jocelyn’s shoulders—Jocelyn had her own history with Saber
Alexiares; and none of the males seemed too keen on allowing their women to face the
dangerous vampire alone. “Of course, Alejandra,” Nathaniel drawled in his typical,
laid-back fashion. “Show them in.”

The maid retreated, and everyone in the room waited with bated breath.

Vanya appeared first, the regal beauty commanding instant attention as always. Saber
was not far behind, his hand resting conspicuously, if not possessively, on the small
of Vanya’s back. Now that was one visually jarring sight if Kagen had ever seen one:
the devil in blue jeans staking claim to an angel of light.

Kagen watched the ensuing interaction unfold with interest: The moment Nathaniel and
Saber’s eyes met, an undeniable spark of tension flashed between them, and the temperature
in the room rose a couple of degrees.

“Dark One,” Nathaniel spoke in greeting.

The term
Dark One
was a bit confusing as Saber was no longer a Dark One, at least, not technically.
In truth, he never really had been. He was a son of Jadon who had been stolen by the
Dark Ones at birth, raised as a member of the house of Jaegar, and only recently returned
to his true lineage. Still, he had been one obstinate nut to crack; and with all his
defiance, rebellion, and just plain meanness, the term
Dark One
had stuck to him like glue. It might be years before the sons of Jadon stopped referring
to him that way.

If ever.

Saber seemed to take it in stride, maybe even wear it like a badge of honor. With
a gait as weighted in stealth as it was in swagger, he sauntered toward Nathaniel
and inclined his head. “Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel rose like vapor from a steaming cauldron, all at once ascending to his feet;
and Jocelyn immediately took a place at his side. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, placing
a gentle hand on Nathaniel’s arm. She turned to face their guest. “Hello, Saber.”

Nathaniel couldn’t help it. He sidestepped between them and growled in warning, his
watchful eyes darting back and forth between the pair. In truth, it wasn’t meant as
a challenge: It was simply an unconscious signal—a way of saying,
C
aution
!—
from one male predator to another. In other words:
B
ack up
. Y
ou’re too close
.

Kagen held his breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Both Jocelyn and Saber
stepped back, their collective response so perfectly timed it almost appeared to be
choreographed, a primordial waltz.

Nathaniel visibly relaxed, his powerful chest rising and falling with deeper breaths.

Peeking from behind the barrier of Nathaniel’s shoulder, Jocelyn forced an uneasy
smile and tried again. “Hello, Saber.”

Saber looked her over with more than a small measure of scrutiny. He obviously remembered
her. “You,” he whispered. “How have you been?”

Seemingly surprised, Jocelyn’s eyebrows shot up. “I’ve been…good.”

Saber nodded. “Still jumping into your mate’s battles?”

Jocelyn smiled then. “Not so much.” She smirked at him. “Avoiding guillotines?”

Saber laughed without restraint, and the sound seemed almost alien coming from such
a ruthless male, bizarre in its unexpected nature.

Deanna Silivasi rose softly from her seat, placed her hand on her lower stomach, and
quietly announced, “I can’t do this.” Her stately, five-foot-ten frame seemed to fold
inward, constricting in Saber’s presence. “I thought I could, but I can’t.” She was
just about to leave the room when Nachari slid effortlessly behind her and placed
both arms firmly around her waist.

“You
can
do this,” he whispered in her ear. When she started to shake her head, Saber stepped
forward, and she visibly flinched, drawing back in surprise. When he descended to
one knee in front of her, Deanna looked at him like he had grown a second head. She
glanced over her shoulder at Nachari and frowned. “What is he doing?”

“He is trying to appear as nonthreatening as he can,” Saber answered for the Master
Wizard. He bowed his head and shook it slowly back and forth. “Deanna, you have nothing
to fear from me. Not now. Not ever again.”

Deanna tried to take a cautious step back but ran into the brick wall of Nachari’s
chest. “I have much to…
remember
with you,” she said bitterly.

Saber stood slowly then. He reached as gingerly as he could, as slowly as he was able,
and retrieved a burnished dagger with serrated edges from the waistband of his jeans.
He flipped it deftly in his hand and extended the grip to Deanna.

Marquis stirred restlessly. His eyes flashed red, but he didn’t rise or interfere.

“In the house of Jaegar,” Saber said, “when someone has a wrong to redress, it’s done
in blood, and then the matter is closed…forever.”

Deanna blanched. She shook her beautiful head, her exotic bluish-gray eyes clouding
with distaste. “I…I can’t cut you, Saber.”

Kristina Silivasi rose from the sofa, took four long strides across the room, her
hips swaying in an effort to balance her petite frame above her three-inch stilettos,
and snatched the blade from Saber’s hand. She swung it neatly across his face, slicing
from his left ear to the corner of his mouth, then, once again, from his right cheek
to his temple, cutting deep into the bone. “I can,” she snapped.

Saber didn’t flinch, although Vanya did. “Should I leave it as it is…unhealed?” he
asked.

Vanya sighed in exasperation. “Please, Kristina. I have to look at him for the rest
of my life.”

Kristina stared at Vanya and frowned. “Fine. He can heal it…
later
.”

Saber nodded. “Very well. Later then.”

Kristina looked startled by his compliance, more than a little off balance. Searching
for a way to regain control, she smirked. “How are your flat tires, Dark One?”

Vanya dropped her head in shame.

“No longer flat,” Saber said. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, or a
predatory scowl, depending on how one looked at it, and he winked at her.

Kristina drew back in surprise, and a tiny glint of respect registered in her eyes.
“Cool.” She turned to face Deanna. “Are we good now, Dee? The second one was for you.”

Deanna nodded tentatively at Kristina. She forced herself to meet the vampire’s eyes
once more, and something unspoken passed between them. “I don’t want your blood, Saber.
I just want to know
why
.”

Again, Saber stood strong against the scrutiny. “I was a soldier in the Dark Ones’
colony. I was ordered to hurt the enemy, and I obeyed. I didn’t think; I didn’t feel;
I didn’t reason. It may not be what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.”

Deanna frowned. “And now?”

Saber glanced at Vanya. “And now I am learning how to think and feel…and reason. Or
at least I’m trying.” He shrugged then. “It’s all I’ve got.”

Nachari tightened his arms around his mate and waited. When she still didn’t speak,
he whispered, “Deanna?”

“I’m still—”

“For what it’s worth,” Saber offered. “I am sorry.”

Deanna nodded and Marquis snorted. “Enough!” He waved his hand through the air, as
if to dismiss the whole silly scene, and scowled. “You were a soulless bastard who
deserved to die. We tried to kill you, but you wouldn’t burn. And now you’re in love
with the princess. So you’ve come here to talk to us about something: Get on with
it.”

Kagen rolled his eyes. Leave it to Marquis to put things in perspective. Of course,
the Ancient Master Warrior did conveniently leave out the part where he almost removed
Saber’s heart for getting his mate’s sister pregnant; but all in all, it was a fairly
good summary.

Saber regarded Marquis thoughtfully and inclined his head. “Very well.” He eyed an
empty chair next to the fireplace and sat down. “May I?”

“Looks like you already did,” Marquis snorted. He gestured at the chair. “Sit, stand,
hang upside down if you like. Just talk.”

Saber leaned forward and braced his arms on his elbows, looking as if he were bracing
himself for the conversation. When Vanya made her way to his side, placed a supportive
hand on his shoulder, and squeezed it reassuringly, Kagen tensed with anticipation.

What i
n
t
he world was this all about
?

Saber cleared his throat. “I don’t want to take up any more of your time than is necessary,
and I really don’t know how to start, how to say this, so I’ll just put it out there
as succinctly as I can.”

Nathaniel leaned forward, looking both leery and intense. “Go on.”

Saber drew a deep breath. “In the colony, I did a lot of things other than fight,
for the house of Jaegar. Mostly woodwork, iron work, shit with my hands.” He eyed
the females apologetically. “
Stuff
with my hands.” When Marquis gave him an impatient stare, he hurried on. “And on a
few occasions, I put data into our computers for the council—I fed the historic annals.”
He glanced upward as if searching for a better way to put it. “The historic annals
are kind of like the colony’s version of an electronic library, where we keep our
important records, demographic information, our history.” He sighed, frustrated by
the recurring slip. “Where
they
keep
their
history.”

Vanya stroked his shoulder with her hand as if to say,
You’re doing fine
, and the whole thing made Kagen restless, uneasy deep down in the pit of his stomach.

Where in H
ades was this going
?

He shifted anxiously in his seat. “So?”

“So, about four hundred and eighty years ago, when the Lycans attacked the valley,
there were about thirty Dark Ones killed.”

Marquis’s jaw stiffened and he clenched his fists, cracking all ten of his knuckles
in unison, before relaxing once again and staring blankly at Saber.

Kagen inhaled deeply: The Silivasis had intimate knowledge of the Lycan attack—how
could they not? They had lost their own mother at the hands of the werewolves, and
their father had been lost soon after.

Nathaniel cleared his throat, and Nachari pursed his brows. “Continue,” the Master
Wizard said, his voice lacking its usual charisma.