Gena Showalter - Unraveled

Were they hungry? For him? If he’d had his wits about him, he might have been scared. No way could he fend off five determined vampires at once. Sure, his blades were anchored in his boots, as always, but those blades were useless against such creatures.

The only useful weapon he had was Vlad’s ring. Oh, yeah. He glanced down at his right hand and saw the opal winking in the light. He was suddenly grateful to Riley for insisting he wear it.

“Now that Victoria has explained about the beasts, let us move on to more pressing subjects,” one of the councilmen said. Before Aden could ask what could be more pressing than monsters, he continued, “There is much we must decide upon.”

“Where will you live, for one?” another said. “Here or with your humans?”

The rest jumped right in, peppering him with questions as briskly as Thomas had earlier.

“And if you are with your humans, how then will we call upon you when we need you?”

“Also, you must be introduced to our allies. When shall I set the meeting?”

“Also, you must choose a queen.”

“And you—”

“Give him a chance to catch up,” Riley barked, silencing them.

Aden was surprised when the men immediately bowed their head in agreement. Two even apologized. Riley was a guard, not a prince or a vampire at all, yet they’d obeyed him without rebuke. Very interesting.

“So, to answer your questions. I’ll live at the D and M Ranch, just as before,” he said, and all eyes returned to him. He traced his thumb over the ring. “I’ll meet your allies sometime next week—” this week was for the witches “—but it’ll have to be after school. Just let me know when, and I’ll be there.” Or here. Wherever. And who were their allies? As far as he’d known, the vampires and werewolves warred with everyone . “As for a queen, that will be Victoria.” No question. Not that he was ready to get married. Not that he’d be king for long.

Again, she squeezed his hand.

All five councilmen frowned at him. “You can’t simply pick the princess Victoria. You have yet to spend time with our other females,” one said.

“I don’t need to spend time with them,” he replied. “I won’t change my mind.”

“Complaints will be raised,” another said, irritated.

Aden shrugged. “I don’t care.”

“Fathers of eligible daughters will rebel, for they desire a chance, at the very least, to forge an alliance with the royal house. You don’t want to cause a rebellion so early in your reign, do you?” a third asked.

“No, but I—”

“Good, good. It’s settled, then.” Each of the five raised their goblets, smiling now.

He shook his head. “I don’t understand. What’s settled?”

“You’ll meet the rest of our females so that their fathers won’t rebel.”

Aden pinched the bridge of his nose. “No,” he insisted. “I won’t.”

The men muttered amongst themselves for several minutes before nodding and facing him. Their determination was palpable.

“We will compromise,” the tallest among them said. “You’ll meet only five female vampires, not including Victoria, each chosen by a member of the council. You will rendezvous with each girl and on the day of your coronation, you will name your favorite. That favorite shall be your queen.”

Uh, what now? Rendezvous equaled date, he suspected, and he did not want to date. And five of them?

“He agrees to your compromise,” Victoria said without revealing any hint of her emotions.

Aden opened his mouth to deny her claim, but the men wandered off, slapping each other on the back in a job well done.

“Aden,” she said.

His narrowed gaze swung to her. “I don’t care what you told them. I’m not dating anyone else.” She was the only girl he wanted. The only one he dreamed about, hungered for…

Her expression was blank, just as it had been when she’d arrived at the ranch earlier. Only this time, he doubted she was “exaggerating” to be more humanlike. This was not a “ha-ha, let’s tease” subject.

“They were right.” She released his hand, severing all contact. “If you refuse to date anyone else, families will complain, and complaints will lead to unrest. Unrest to danger. You face enough of that already.”

Was she trying to protect him again? Or was she really okay with the thought of him seeing other girls? Because he might pound any guy who looked at her into dust. Then spit on that dust. Then flush that dust down the toilet.

“I’d rather deal with the danger,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Well, I wouldn’t.” Her expression remained implacable, her tone dead.

“Don’t care.” She was mentally pushing him away, he realized. One second comforting him, the next seemingly done with him, and he didn’t like it. For his own good or not.

“This must be done, Aden.”

“No. I—”

“Wonderful. A lovers’ spat. Let’s mingle instead,” Riley said, giving him a push, “and spat later.”

Aden and Victoria glared at each other for a moment. Then she nodded stiffly, and he followed suit. But this wasn’t over. On any level. He was not dating other vampires. And she was going to apologize for acting like she didn’t care. Unless she hadn’t been acting. Perhaps vampires saw nothing wrong with dating more than one person.

What did he know?

She had kissed him while engaged to Dmitri, after all. But she’d hated Dmitri, and had wanted nothing to do with him. Still. If that was the case, she could be seeing someone else right now. And if that was the case, he didn’t know what he’d do. Besides involving himself in a knock-down-drag-out.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he said quietly, fiercely, before turning away from her.

She gave another stiff nod.

Silent, they entered the masses. Multiple hands brushed against him. Someone thrust a goblet at him and he grabbed it before it could fall and shatter. Do not forget what’s inside and accidently drink.

“Do I scent a…fairy?” someone suddenly growled.

He froze, Victoria and Riley moving closer to flank him.

Nostrils began flaring. Many vampires cringed. Once again, the room fell silent and all eyes landed on him. Only this time, those eyes were filled with horror and hate.

Great. The cologne must be wearing off.

The vamps backed away from him, until he and his friends were enclosed in a tight circle. Riley was rigid, ready to attack. Victoria finally exuded emotion—fear. Until the werewolf guards pushed their way through the crowd and joined Riley in the circle, facing the vamps, growling for them to stay back.

Unwavering, unquestioning support. For me . How odd.

One dark-haired vampire who looked to be Aden’s age finally stepped forward. He ignored the wolves, his cold gaze locked on Aden. “Are you already a traitor, cavorting with our enemy?”

Aden laughed. He just couldn’t help himself. If escaping repeated death-attempts could be classified as cavorting, then yes, he was.

“You dare laugh?” the boy gasped out.

“You dare question your leader?” Riley snapped.

The boy squared his shoulders and raised his chin. Though he spoke to Riley, his gaze never left Aden. “I will say what most of us are thinking. He’s too weak to lead us. Anyone in this room could enslave him in a matter of minutes.”

Finally. The threats he’d expected. “Anyone in this room could try.” Brave words, foolish words, but he meant them. He would lose, no doubt, but he would fight ’til the end. That had always been his way.

“Our enemies will assume we’re as weak as you are and attack,” his accuser continued. “You should never have accepted this position.”