Hot Blooded (Jessica McClain #2)

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There was a flurry of motion and Eamon landed next to us, scattering rocks and dust in his hurry. “We agreed you would not divulge that information!” Eamon raged. He’d obviously been eavesdropping, and likely Naomi knew it, which was why she had taken so long to answer my questions. “No one would have known. We would have figured out what to do with our Queen. You play with fire, sister, and I will not be part of this any longer.” He shot up into the sky.

We’d been stopped for so long, Danny and Tyler had tracked their way back up to us and it was clear they’d heard the entire back-and-forth.

It was also apparent Naomi had just made a major decision to come clean. She clenched her fists by her sides. “Eamon forbade me to share this knowledge, but he does not rule me,” Naomi stated, her voice stony. Her calm demeanor belied her eyes, which twitched side to side like a bird’s.

My blood was powerful enough to sever a Queen’s bond with her underling? Holy crap. Being able to break that kind of a bond was much different than swapping blood with another wolf. Naomi had likely been warring with herself whether or not to tell me, and by Eamon’s reaction, she’d finally decided to choose me over her brother’s wishes. With her bond being severed, she would either be killed or forced to rebind herself once her Queen found out.

I was stunned into silence.

“Your blood has freed me from a bond I no longer desired,” she continued, her voice gaining strength and confidence as she spoke. “My relationship with my Queen has always been strained. Because of my time spent with Selene, I was never able to carry myself as a normal vampire, even after so many years at court. When a vampire is first turned, we lose some of our humanity for a time. The Queen, or the Master, takes on the job of reshaping us once again. Normally, for that grace, we become enraptured with whoever it is, for they give us food and protect us, like a true parent. But it was never that way for us. Selene did not nurture us, so I did not form any bonds. Now you have granted me a kind of freedom I never thought possible. I will be in your debt for the rest of my life.”

“Um,” I stammered. How did I respond to that? “Okay.” I waved my hand around in a circle, because I had no idea what else to do. “The first thing we have to do is promise to keep this knowledge between us for now.” My voice hummed with stress. “If your Queen, or any of the other vamps, find out what my blood can do there will be a bounty on my head immediately. Do you understand?”

“Of course,” Naomi said simply. “My allegiance is now yours, as I told you. I will be paying you back a debt of honor until the day I find true death.” She started to bend on one knee.

“Wait, wait a minute,” I said, panicking. She stopped midmotion. I sought my brother for help. Tyler, what do I do here? This can’t be happening, I pleaded. We need to fix this. If I can free vampires and they decide to pledge themselves to me, I’ve started a heinous war that will stop only once I’m wiped cleanly off the earth.

Jess. Tyler sounded calm. I needed calm. Listen to her words. She says she owes you a debt. Debts in our world are fully binding. She won’t betray you. We can keep this close and figure out what to do when we get home. Your power seems to be… incredibly vast. A lot more powerful than any of us thought. We just have to figure out what the hell you’re capable of as quickly as we can and harness it into something so powerful nobody wants to fuck with you, no matter what happens.

While we spoke, Naomi had gone fully to her knees and was murmuring something under her breath. “… I pledge to you my honor and my faith. May my words bind us together forever.” Then she brought up her sacred cross and slashed it across her palm. The wound hissed as the silver cauterized as it cut. A slow dribble of blood flowed out of her palm.

“Naomi!” I sputtered. “Get up! There’s no need to pledge in blood. I believe you’re being truthful. I don’t need any more proof!”

“Spilling blood is the way of the vampire,” Naomi said as she stood. “I have given you an Oath of Honor, of my own free will. It’s the strongest oath I can pledge, and by giving it without constraint, it holds the most power. By spilling my blood, I give you my fealty. If you were a vampire, you would drink to show you accept.” She smiled. “But I don’t expect you to do so. In return, in our world, you would offer to give me your protection, but I waive that right. For you are no vampire and should not be bound to me as such. I refuse to be a burden to you.”

I took in a big breath to steady myself. “Naomi.” I had to think of what to do next and how to respond. She’d just pledged herself to me like she had to her Vamp Queen. “I accept your pledge”—I paused, trying to find the right words—“because right now I don’t know what else to do. What’s done is done. We can’t go back. My only concern is what to do about your brother. He will never drink my blood—not that I’m offering, mind you—but what will keep him from betraying us to your Queen?” Former Queen? “This puts both of us in a very dangerous position. This will spark a war between our Sects, and I cannot launch my Pack into a war by my own stupidity. I should’ve been more careful. I have no real idea what I am.” But, honestly, would I have let Naomi die if I’d known? I didn’t want to ask myself such a thing, because there was no way to undo my mistake.

I was going to have to be extremely diligent with my choices in the future.

“My brother will not betray me. He is very angry now, but our kin-bond is more powerful than his allegiance to our Queen. We were both damaged by our time with Selene. He will come around in time.” She paused and tilted her head inquisitively. “It is very clear to me that you do not realize how much power you wield. You have proven, in the short amount of time I’ve been in your presence, you are a fair leader, generous and worthy of following. I am over five hundred years old, and I do not give my fealty to anyone lightly or without thought. It is my belief you might be one of the most powerful supernaturals to ever be created. I have put my faith into you because I believe the side you choose will win.”

“Win what?” I tried not to act too surprised, but I wasn’t sure it worked.

“The war, of course.”

“What war? I just told you I didn’t want to start a war with your Sect.” My voice grated as my neck started morphing. I was too emotional to stop it. My wolf was right along with me, yipping and growling in frustration.

“It is not a war with the vampires I am referring to. The Sects have grown restless these last hundred years. As proof, my own Queen has accepted a pledge from your rogue wolves. The Sorcerers are on edge and the witches have been stirring. Demon Lords are coming to the surface. All of this points to a major uprising. There will be much fighting in our future until all can be settled again. I believe you will be the one to settle it.”

“What?” I gasped. “How do I settle a war between Sects? That’s impossible! I’m strong, but I’m not that strong.”

“Non,” Naomi said with confidence. “Your presence here is to keep it fair, to make sure all sides are forced to play by the same rules. It would be happening anyway, with or without you, because the supernatural races grow too large and there is too much power. We cannot be contained and live among the humans much longer without a major catastrophe. We will fight. The Coalition will wake. And a new order will be formed. It is time.”

A new order?

“How do you know all this?” I asked. “You can’t anticipate that much, even if you had some of the information ahead of time.”

“I know, because I have read the Prophecy for myself.”

I sat down on a large boulder with a thump.

Everyone shifted uneasily, but stayed quiet. Ray had picked his way down sometime during this revelation and was perched quietly on the end of the ledge. Fur lined my arms and my canines had extended. Emotion roiled inside me. I didn’t have to ask her what Prophecy she was referring to. “It exists in written form then?” I said quietly.

“Oui,” Naomi said. “It seemed to be very old when I saw it, which was merely by accident. Selene had sent me to capture one of the Three Hags. She desired knowledge of her fate and she thought this job would be as easy as plucking an apple from a tree.”

“I take it that was not the case.”

“I almost lost my life. But before the Hag set me free, she showed me the Prophecy, giving me a potion to drink so I could decipher the ancient language it was written in. Then she told me there would come a pivotal time in my life when I would finally be set free. From this freedom I would be given a choice. I could either take the life for myself or I could pledge it to another. If I gave my pledge, I would live to see the wrongs of the world righted. If I did not, I would spend my days looking for something I might never find. I believed, up until this very day”—she bowed her head—“that my freedom came from my escape from Selene and the pledge I gave freely was to my Vampire Queen. I see now that I had made a grave mistake. I know now that you are that pledge. I am certain, body and soul, and I give it to you freely, without reservation.”

The world had just thrown me a gigantic curveball.

I took a deep breath and forced some calm back into my system with tremendous effort. The Prophecy was true. And I couldn’t change my fate, no matter how much I wanted to. My features shifted back, almost reluctantly, as I shed some of the emotion gnawing at me. There was nothing I could do, except move forward the best way I knew how. There was no time to bemoan my life. I had a mate to free and a goddess to kill.

I stood and brushed dust off my legs. “Naomi,” I said, meeting her gaze fully, “I accept your pledge, but I honestly have no idea what to do with it. I will offer you my protection, as freely as you’ve given me your loyalty. When your Queen finds out you’ve defected willingly, and eventually she will, it’s going to be like dropping an atomic bomb on your court. We will need to put our heads together and play this as smart as we can. Once we get back, I’m hopeful we can come up with something plausible—something that doesn’t include any mention of my blood. I owe your Queen a debt, which I am required to pay in a very short period of time, and if she finds out while I’m at court my blood is even more powerful than she realizes, she’ll do everything in her power to kill me—or siphon me dry. Either scenario is unacceptable.”