Lies in Blood
~Book Four of Dark Secrets~
A. M. Hudson
Text © 2013 by Angela M Hudson
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Contents
Other Titles In This Series:
Also By This Author
Best Reading Order for Dark Secrets
Prelude
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
What To Read Next
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The David Journals: Emily
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Other Titles In This Series:
(should be read in order)
Dark Secrets
The Heart’s Ashes
Mark of Betrayal
Lies in Blood
Echoes & Silence: Part One
Echoes & Silence: Part Two
Bound by Secrets
Heart of Darkness
Underworld
Also By This Author
Bound Series Book 1
Bound Series Book 2
In Another life 1
In Another life 2
In Another life 3
In My Blood
The Legend of the Raven Wolf
Best Reading Order for Dark Secrets
Dark Secrets
The Heart’s Ashes
Mark of Betrayal
Lies in Blood
Echoes & Silence: Part One
Echoes & Silence: Part Two
Bound Series Book 1
Bound Series Book 2
Bound by Secrets
In Another life 1
In Another life 2
In Another life 3
In My Blood
Heart of Darkness
Underworld
Prelude
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Waves crashed loudly in the darkness a few steps away, an echo ringing out somewhere from the distance in one monotone word: Truth.
As I walked forward in the sinking sand, a furious wind rushed past my ankles, lifting the long cotton dress away and revealing things I didn’t want him to know—things I couldn't let him see: all the damage that had been done, all the promises made and broken, showed in every Mark on my skin.
I squatted down beside him, letting the waves roll up and soak my toes, the fizzy tingle reminding me how it felt to be human.
“David?” I whispered, reaching to touch his shoulder, but stopped. “What are you doing?”
“I have to make it right,” he said, his whole body shaking with the force he used against his hand—his arm straight, disappearing at the wrist beneath the water.
“How can you make this right, after everything that’s been done?”
“Death.” His eyes fixed on nothing, as though the meaning of that word only just sunk in. “If her heart stops beating, the pain will go away.”
I looked past the whitewash to the hazy figure beneath, her lips parted, eyes rolled to the back of her head. There was no sorrow or regret there. Not anymore. She opted out—ran away and left him to deal with this pain alone.
“Then I’ll help you,” I said, dropping to my knees, my dress flaring like a parachute in the waves around me as I placed my hand to her skull.
David turned his head, his green eyes meeting mine. “You’re going to help me?”
I nodded, knowing this was wrong, but knowing also that if I didn't ease his pain, he’d leave with that creature under the waves, and he’d return as something darker than he was now. “David?”
“Yes?”
“What will you do without her?”
He looked up sadly at the ocean, somewhere past the edge of the horizon, but his gaze returned with a smile. “Die.”
“No!” I shot bolt upright in my bed, sweat cooling my face as the sea breeze whispered against my curtains and my brow.
“You okay, Ara?” David’s hand appeared on my shoulder. “God, you’re soaking.” He pushed up on his elbow. “What happened?”
“I—” I touched my lips, open still with the grip of death. “I had another dream.”
“The one where I kill you?”
I nodded.
He shifted closer and hugged me, rolling us both back onto the pillows.
Through the dome window above us, the pale light of a moon in its first quarter shone down with the coming dawn, pouring colored patterns across the white sheets. I was safe here, comfortable in David’s arms. My mind and body had finally adjusted to my giant new bed, airy new room, and crowded, busy new life. But the nightmares I suffered the past week were stirring things up, making me uneasy, afraid to go to sleep.
David was worried too. His breath was shallow, while his fingertip made one absent line over my shoulder blade repeatedly. But I wasn’t sure if it was my dream or something else that had stolen his mind to thought.
“Nothing could ever bring me to harm you, Ara. You know that, right?”
“I know,” I said, but my eyes sat wide, staring into the dream. “It just felt so real.”
He kissed my brow, snuggling down a little lower in the bed. “Bad dreams usually reflect inner-turmoil. Maybe you’re feeling guilty for something.”
“Guilty for what?” I grinned.
“Perhaps… for my brother. For being forced to deny his friendship.”
“It doesn't affect me that much, David.”
He kissed my head again, wiping his hand down the sweat between my shoulder blades. “Liar. I know it does, Ara. It would affect anyone, but you—you’re so careful of other’s feelings. I know it eats you up.”
“Then why ask it of me? If you know how much it hurts me, why keep us from being friends?”
“Because he’s in love with you.”
“So what?”
“So, you’re young. Impressionable. Spirit-bound to him—”
“David, I’m a vampire. That bind is so broken now it’s not even worth mentioning.”
“Still,” he said softly. “Best keep you both away from temptation. Not to mention”—he exhaled through his nose—“I still haven’t forgiven him for binding you in the first place.”
“Fair enough, I suppose.” I nodded against his chest, biting the tip of my thumb. “And, so you think that’s it—that I'm having these dreams because I feel guilty about hurting Jason?”
“I hope so,” he said, brushing my hair back. “Because the only other conclusion I can come up with is that you think I might hurt you.”
“For what reason would you ever do that?”
He exhaled, his chest sinking under my cheek. “None. Hopefully.”
1
The hum of voices down the table melted into the
soft sound of the piano being played in the corner. I watched the pianist’s deft fingers move across the keys, wishing I could trade places with him. I’d much rather be playing piano—not a care in the world—than sitting at breakfast addressing things I spent all day either discussing or thinking about yesterday. There really was no escape from being queen.
David caught my gaze and followed it to the piano, smiling back at me gently after. And for that split second nothing really seemed that bad in the world. He was here, right across the table from me, just as I’d wanted for so long. And after dinner tonight, I could sit by that piano until dawn if I wanted, maybe even beside my king, playing a duet. Nothing in the world would grant me better reason to smile than to hear him play again.
“And how does our new king fare after his coronation?” Margret asked, breaking David and me from our locked gazes.
“Very well, thank you, Margret.” He bowed his head.
“Any new developments with your powers?” Walt asked. “Our queen’s powers flourished remarkably after her own coronation.”
David looked at me, holding back a smile. “None yet, but it’s only been a week.”
I sighed into my plate. So we’re not telling them you can read my mind?
Or that you can read mine, he thought back.
“What’s wrong, Ar?” Mike asked quietly, leaning across the corner of the table toward me.
“I'm just tired.” I laid my spoon in my bowl, sinking my elbow down by my napkin.
“Why’d you come down for breakfast then?”
“Yeah, you never eat breakfast with the people,” Morg added.
I looked down the table to watch David talking with Arthur, his eyes bright, his hands moving like he was speaking in Sign. “He said I had to—that it was my “queenly duty” to eat with my people.”
“He’s right,” Morgaine said, sitting back to sip her juice.
“I know. But I just feel so… I don't know.” I leaned on my other hand. “Ever since his coronation last week, I just feel so under the weather.”
“Are you sick?” Mike asked, pressing a hand to my brow.
I shrugged, sitting back in my chair and then looking up quickly when I heard my name.
“Are you okay?” David asked aloud, but his voice came through with a strong warning—holding the weight of everything we’d discussed this past week about my duties as queen.
“I feel very well, thank you.” I forced a smile, laying the napkin gently across my lap. “Amazing what Chef’s porridge can do for a little fatigue.”
“Very well.” David nodded once in that kingly manner of his and went back to his chat with Arthur.
Beside me, Mike’s eyes shrunk from the roundness of confusion to tiny slits under a frown. He leaned in and whispered, “Since when do you perk up for the sake of appearances?”
“Since David’s been giving me a few lessons in royal etiquette.”
Mike and Morg exchanged glances, and Emily, so bright and fresh at this hour of the morning, offered a gentle smile. I looked away. But from the corner of my eye, I noticed David’s attention fall on her—and I wouldn’t have thought anything of it were it not for the fact that they had a ‘special connection’—but Em lowered her head apologetically and David quickly looked away. The subtle exchange made my spine straighten involuntarily.
David? I thought.
What?
Are you holding a private conversation with her?
Who?
Emily!
“Yes, Uncle. Now that the castle is vacant, I was hoping to head out there this week,” he said, ignoring me.
“We have over two hundred prisoners in those cells, Your Majesty,” Walter said. “You will need more than the five men you’ve assigned to go through their files and determine their right for parole.”
“I’ve been through most of the cases myself already,” he said, because he had. He’d needed to make sure the right people were released and the scary ones remained locked up, since he wouldn’t be there at the castle, like he said he would; it was just a guise so he could run off to where he thought Drake was hiding, and attempt to kill him with a dagger that he only thought was the Dagger of Yahanna. “In fact, I sentenced at least a quarter of them, and my uncle the rest. It should take five men around three days to complete the task.”
David?
He kept his eyes on Walter, giving vague details about the members in his ‘clean-out-the-prison’ team.
David, I huffed, slamming my palm onto the table.
Yes.
Yes, what? I shot the thought at him with enough force to almost burst a blood vessel.
Yes. She asked me a question. I answered, he thought.
What question? I asked, cursing the day I ever found out that David could still read Emily’s mind, despite her being a vampire. It made me feel overprotective in a green-eyed-monster kind of way.
It’s not relevant.
My breakfast suddenly hit my gut like an iron hammer. Why?
Because.
David, you can’t have private conversations with Emily and expect me not to wonder what it’s about. What if I did that with Mike—or Jason? I waited, getting madder by the second.
She just asked if everything between you and me was okay, he finally responded.
And… why would she ask that?
She thinks I’m being cruel. He smiled across at me. That I forced you to come to breakfast.
What makes her think that?
He laughed to himself, his secret smile stealing my heart. Because she knows you. Knows you’d never get out of bed this early without a fight.
I shrugged. Can she read your thoughts now like I can?
No. I can only send them to her.
Well, that was news to me; another development in his kingly powers, and he didn’t bother to mention it. Are you going to tell her I can read your thoughts?
David turned his head and replied to Arthur’s question. I half expected to have to wait for his answer, but it came through while he was talking, a skill I had not yet mastered.
I sighed, picking up my spoon to eat the porridge again. He was right. It could be dangerous for anyone to be aware that he and I had any more power than they already knew about. In this society, I was starting to understand why everyone kept their secrets. It seemed less lonely though—knowing I wasn’t the only one who didn't know who to trust. And I was glad David didn’t even trust Emily with the secret of his new powers. She was already two steps too deep in David’s circle of trust. Arm’s-length was the best place to keep her, given the goo-goo eyes she constantly made at him. She might love Mike, but I kept getting the sense that she was not, and never would be, over David.
“What is with you, Ara?” Mike caught the bitterness in my turned lip and protectively swept up Emily’s hand, despite that she hadn't actually seen me look at her that way.
“Nothing.” I picked up my spoon again and gracelessly shoveled the oats into my gob.
The morning light moved across the glossy floorboards of the Great Hall in giant rectangles while we sat, spilling over the table and the vampires like they were nuisances in its path, warming one side of the room and giving halos to the heads closest to the giant windows. I turned my gaze to the painting behind me—the giant oil depiction of Lilith mounting the fireplace—and gave her a weak smile, wondering if she’d hated keeping up with appearances as much as I did. She didn’t smile back, not any more than she usually did and, even then, it was fake; a waning smile frozen in time, as if she’d sat for that portrait on a day that had broken her heart. Now, it was perched gloriously overlooking the Great Hall and all its occupants, but I got the feeling she just wanted to be covered over and stored in a dark room—away from it all.
A bright flicker of white light flashed across her nose for a second, blinding me as I turned back to face the front. I put my hand up to shield my eyes, frowning at Jase until I saw his smile—saw his gaze flick to the silver culprit floating a few inche
s into the air above the table.
What are you doing?
David looked up. What do you mean?
I wasn't talking to you.
His head turned slowly to look at Jason. “Brother,” he said in a tone so sharp the spoon fell onto the table with a clunk.
Only a few people in their immediate vicinity noticed, but respectfully averted their eyes and attention until David drew his murderous gaze back from Jason. But the sheepish smile Jason flicked my way then made me smile, and now I couldn't quite drop it. It might have been an unofficial, albeit firm ruling, that he and I couldn't be friends, but that didn't mean he was gone. He was still here for me, and I felt that, even if I wasn’t allowed to.
“Yes?” I said, turning to the person who tapped my shoulder, but there was no one there. I looked behind me, beside me, frowning in Morg’s then Mike’s direction every few seconds, wondering if they’d tapped me. And as I turned back to the front, something tapped me again, this time on my left shoulder.
“Stop that,” Arthur whispered gruffly, and metal clanged loudly on the ground by my foot.
Jason laughed, catching my eye and making the burning stare I could feel from my husband hotter as the room silenced.
“That’s two, brother,” David said.
“Apologies, My King.” Jason stood, clearing his throat, and looked down at me. “Can you pass my spoon, please, Your Majesty?”
All eyes slowly drifted from Jason to David to me.