The Vultures at the Gate
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Elena woke to the sound of rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows, a rhythmic drumming that mimicked the throbbing in her neck. She was back in the velvet canopy bed, the sheets cool against her skin. For a moment, she disoriented, reaching out for the familiar floral scent of her room at the Moretti manor.
Then she felt the sting.
Her hand flew to her throat, her fingers brushing against a soft, silk bandage. The memory of Luciano’s fangs the cold bite and the terrifying, liquid heat that followed rushed back, making her stomach flip. She wasn't a guest. She was a blood-bank in a silk dress.
She sat up too fast, and the room tilted.
"Careful, Little Bird. You’re a pint low."
The voice didn't belong to Luciano. It was lighter, laced with a mocking British lilt. Elena squinted through the dim morning light to see a man leaning against the mahogany wardrobe. He looked younger than Luciano, with tousled blonde hair and amber eyes that danced with a dangerous, frenetic energy. He wore a leather jacket over a t-shirt, looking more like a rockstar than a mafia soldier.
"Who are you?" Elena croaked, her throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper.
"Kael. Luciano’s 'Second,' his shadow, and the person currently tasked with making sure you don't faint and crack your pretty skull open," he said, pushing off the wardrobe and walking toward her. He held a glass filled with a thick, dark red liquid.
Elena pulled the covers up to her chin. "Get out."
Kael laughed, a sharp, barking sound. "Lucian said you had fire. I see he wasn't exaggerating. Drink this. It’s a fortified iron supplement. Unless you want to spend the rest of the day looking like a ghost’s shadow."
"I'm not drinking anything from this house," she hissed.
Kael shrugged, setting the glass on the nightstand. "Suit yourself. But Lucian is currently in the lower levels dealing with a 'diplomatic' issue. If you’re weak, you’re easy prey. And believe me, Elena, there are people in this house who would love a taste of Eternity blood while the King is distracted."
Elena looked at the glass, then at him. "What do you mean, distracted?"
"The Syndicate isn't a democracy," Kael said, his playful tone dropping into something sharper. "Lucian took you to stabilize the line, but some of the older families the ones who think vampire blood should stay within the ancient covens aren't happy he’s tied himself to a human girl. Even one with your... pedigree."
Before Elena could respond, the heavy bedroom doors swung open. Luciano entered, looking like a storm cloud in human form. His suit jacket was gone, his white sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and etched with those strange, glowing black tattoos she had noticed before. There was a smear of dark blood on his collar that wasn't hers.
"Out, Kael," Luciano growled.
Kael threw his hands up in a mock surrender. "Just being neighborly, Boss. She’s awake. Grumpy, but awake." He winked at Elena and vanished into the hallway with a speed that made her eyes ache.
Luciano ignored the departure, his silver gaze locking onto Elena. He moved to the edge of the bed, his presence instantly shrinking the room. He reached out, his fingers hovering near the bandage on her neck.
"How do you feel?"
"Violated," she snapped, flinching away from his touch. "Like a piece of meat you keep in the fridge."
Luciano’s jaw tightened. "It was a necessity. The bond had to be sealed. You felt it, Elena. Don't lie to me. You felt the connection."
"I felt a drug," she countered, her eyes stinging with frustrated tears. "You did something to me. That... that feeling. It wasn't real."
"It was more real than anything you’ve ever known," he said softly, his voice a low vibration. He sat on the edge of the mattress, the weight of him pulling her toward him. "Your blood is the key to my house's survival. In return, I am your shield. And you’re going to need one."
He stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the jagged cliffs. "Rival families are already sending 'inquiries.' They know I’ve claimed a Bride. They want to see if you’re a weakness or a weapon."
"I'm neither," Elena said, swinging her legs out of bed. She felt shaky, but she refused to stay down. "I'm a person. I have a name."
"You have a title," Luciano corrected, turning to face her. "And tonight, you will wear it. We are hosting a dinner for the heads of the Five Covens. They want to see the woman who has silenced the Voss curse."
"A dinner? You expect me to parade around for a bunch of monsters?"
"I expect you to survive," Luciano said, his eyes flashing silver. "Dress in the gown on the chair. Wear the jewels. Speak only when I allow it. If they sense fear in you, they will find a way to take you from me. And I promise you, Elena, their methods of 'feeding' are not as controlled as mine."
He walked toward the door, stopping to look back at her one last time. "And drink the supplement Kael left. I need you on your feet tonight. The vultures are hungry."
When he left, the silence of the room felt heavier than before. Elena looked at the glass on the nightstand. She hated him. She hated her father. She hated this gilded cage. But she wasn't a fool. If she was going to be thrown into a pit of vipers, she needed her strength.
She picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp. It tasted like iron and honey, a cloyingly sweet mixture that sent a sudden surge of heat through her veins. Within minutes, the fog in her brain cleared, and the color returned to her cheeks.
She walked to the wardrobe and pulled out the dress Luciano had mentioned. It was blood-red, a daring, silk slip dress that left very little to the imagination. Along with it was a necklace of black diamonds that felt like a collar.
As she dressed, her mind raced. Luciano thought he was protecting his investment. The rival covens thought they were looking at a prize. But Elena Moretti had spent her life watching her father negotiate deals with dangerous men. She knew that the most dangerous person in the room wasn't always the one with the biggest gun or the sharpest teeth.
It was the one who had nothing left to lose.
By the time the sun began to set, casting long, crimson shadows across the room, Elena was ready. She looked in the mirror, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her eyes bright with a cold, calculated fury.
She wasn't going to that dinner as a bride. She was going as a spy. She would find their weaknesses. She would find the cracks in Luciano’s armor. And then, she would find her way home even if she had to burn the entire world to do it.
A knock came at the door. "It’s time," Kael’s voice echoed from the hallway.
Elena took a deep breath, checked the small, silver letter opener she had hidden in the folds of her dress, and walked out to meet the monsters.
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