Shadow Of The Vampire. Meagan Hatfield

before. It’s only a matter of time.”

      Catija nodded and looked back at the revolving disc. Instead of a spinning blur of gold, images of the last time dragons had resided in her dungeon flashed behind her eyes. A visible shudder quaked through her body, cramping her stomach. Drawing her arms tight around her, she backed up, lowering herself to the edge of the bed.

      “I don’t know how much more I can take, Yuri.”

      A long, regret-filled sigh echoed in the stillness. The mattress dipped beneath Yuri’s weight as he took a seat beside her. “Times are dark for all of us, dear sister. But you must be strong. This will all be over soon.”

      Although she heard her brother’s words, tried to take them to heart, a tremor of helplessness and resentment vibrated deep inside her. “By the Goddess, I’m the Queen of this horde. I should be able to eradicate Lotharus with no more than a flick of my wrist. Yet we play this game of cloak-and-dagger and, at times, I feel I’m losing.”

      As he had when she was young, Yuri wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to his chest in a comforting embrace. Catija fell against him willingly. Slow and gentle, his fingers brushed her hair. The tender act calmed her nerves, a palpable dichotomy to the panic and fear pounding in her chest.

      “Yuri, he cannot find that crystal first. Alexia must possess it. I keep trying to push her, to goad her into getting her hands on that stone, but it’s not working. I am at the end of my reign and care not what they do to me. But I don’t want them to kill her.”

      “And I don’t want them to kill you,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

      Catija opened her mouth to tell him she’d almost prefer death, but stopped herself. The words would do nothing except hurt him, and she’d done enough of that to last them both a lifetime. Instead, she stared straight ahead and struggled to concentrate on her next move. However, a dense fog swirled in her mind these days, making it hard to think and almost impossible to concentrate. Her vision blurred as she tried to focus on the next move Lotharus had planned, until Catija saw nothing but clouded fears for her daughter. But beneath the tide of worry, an undercurrent of pride flowed fast and strong.

      “At least Alexia is not fooled by him,” she said, mindlessly rubbing the velvety fabric of Yuri’s lapel between her fingers.

      “She is very intelligent,” he murmured, a smile in his voice. “Like her mother.”

      “No,” Catija replied. “She’s smarter than I. Not once has Alexia been taken in by him, believed his lies.” She shook her head, annoyed at her stupidity and weakness.

      Admittedly, Catija had been reckless and brutal in her youth, spurred on by a wicked family and more than her fair share of demented lovers. Although she’d been too drunk on power, too blind to see it then, she knew now how foolish she’d been. Instead of laying the foundation for those who would follow her, she had spent her early days as ruler gorging on vices, flaunting her cruelty like a preening peacock and placating various men with what seemed like harmless ranks of power beneath her.

      Catija could no longer remember many things. Yet she recalled the day she had realized her life was a finite thing. A predetermined cycle with, not only an end, but a specific day her life as she’d been living it would end.

      On her daughter, Alexia’s, ascension day.

      She realized on that day that she would not be passing the proverbial torch or even a slim version of a legacy on to her child, but likely her demise. She may as well have clothed her in a burial shroud.

      “Goddess, I hate what I’ve done. Hate the way I have to treat her. The way she looks at me. But if Lotharus ever suspected her, if she ever found out, he would…”

      “Shh,” Yuri murmured, his long fingers continuing their lazy glides through her hair. “That is not going to happen.”

      Disbelieving, Catija shook her head. “Between hurting Alexia and Lotharus’s draughts, it’s killing me.” Catija licked her lips, tasting the horrid truth upon them.

      “Yuri, I…” She swallowed. “I think he’s killing me. Slowly.”

      The hand in her hair stilled, his entire body tensing at her admission. Before Catija could blink, Yuri shifted to kneel before her. His hands gripped her upper arms, forcing her to look at him.

      “Sister…”

      “No, please. Just listen,” she interrupted, knowing she didn’t have the strength to argue. “The ascension is only days away. If something happens to me before then, you must promise you’ll take care of Alexia.”

      Yuri sighed, pausing for only a heartbeat before he clasped her face, framing it in his grip. Dark and glistening, his eyes bored into hers. “With everything I am, I swear. I will keep her safe. I will look out for her as I always have you, no matter what happens.”

      At his fiercely whispered vow, a smile parted her lips.

      “I believe you, brother.”

      And why wouldn’t she? Yuri had already proved he’d do anything to help her. Already made the greatest sacrifice she could ever think of. Once more, Yuri took a seat next to her. Again, he let his fingers continue their lazy path through her hair. However, Catija could not relax this time. Instead, the prick of conscience’s needle stabbed the center of her heart. The unspeakable truth of what she’d forced him to do those years ago bled out before her.

      “I have so many wrongs to right, Yuri. I do not think I can ever fix them all.”

      Catija tilted her chin to look at him. His jaw set in a firm line, his pensive gaze focused somewhere straight ahead, every handsome feature of his face was taut with unspoken emotion.

      “Especially not the unspeakable wrong I caused you.”

      Yuri blinked, his stern facade cracking at her words. “You’re rectifying that now,” he replied, dropping his focus to the ground.

      “Yes. But is it too little, too late?”

      His gaze snapped to hers, warmth and compassion glowing behind his dark eyes. “No, Cat. It’s never too late to make amends.”

      Catija nodded and rested her head back on his shoulders, allowing herself one more moment in her big brother’s arms. One more second of letting the pressure, the fear, the uncertainty fade away before she had to once again put on the persona she’d been destined to wear since birth.

      The music in the background began to fade. A sense of panic flared to life inside Catija. Her heart beat faster and a cloak of dread tightened around her. She gripped his shirt, clutching him tight as if he might disappear if she let go.