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  DEMON REVEALED

  High Demon Series, Book 2

  Connie Suttle

  For Walter and Joe, as usual.

  And for Lissa and Reah's fans everywhere—many, many thanks to all of you!

  Demon Revealed, copyright © 2012 by Connie Suttle

  All rights reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents portrayed within its digital pages are purely fictitious and a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons (or vampires, werewolves, High Demons, Larentii, shapeshifters, Ra'Ak, wizards, warlocks or gods) living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  This book, whole or in part, MAY NOT be copied or reproduced by electronic or mechanical means (including photocopying or the implementation of any type of storage or retrieval system) without the express written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

  Other books by Connie Suttle:

  (Blood Destiny Series)

  Blood Wager

  Blood Passage

  Blood Sense

  Blood Domination

  Blood Royal

  Blood Queen

  Blood Rebellion

  Blood War

  Blood Redemption

  Blood Reunion

  (Legend of the Ir'Indicti Series)

  Bumble

  Shadowed

  Target

  Vendetta

  Destroyer*

  (High Demon Series)

  Demon Lost

  Demon Revealed

  Demon's King*

  Demon's Quest*

  *Forthcoming

  Chapter 1

  "Reah and I talked about it—that's how I know." Gavril wanted to shout at the adults. Reah had tried to tell Lendill Schaff about Nods Whitlin, but he'd ignored her, sure that Nods was only an illegal immigrant on Tulgalan. "She said there was no water shortage on Mandil. They were growing citrus in the desert so there was plenty of water to grow drakus seed. We pieced it together—she said somebody called the High Commander could have been in on this." Gavril sat in front of his mother, his father, ASD Director Norian Keef and Vice-Director Lendill Schaff. "She didn't contact you a second time because she was embarrassed after the first time." Gavril knew that feeling all too well.

  "Whitlin won't be able to talk for a few days—Tory nearly crushed his throat," Norian grumbled. "Those wizards are refusing to talk—we can't force them. They're older than that stupid boy; I'm hoping Nods will get upset and frustrated enough to tell us all he knows. As soon as he can talk."

  "The wizards won't say anything?" Queen Lissa asked.

  "The most powerful of them keeps asking about Reah. He stopped talking when I told him she wasn't any of his business." Norian was angry about the entire incident. Lendill had ignored Reah's warning; she hadn't had enough courage to come to him again. Ry hadn't thought the information he'd gleaned was serious enough to call in agents and seven people died. Another eight were wounded.

  "But how are they getting to Tulgalan?" Lendill knew he'd miscalculated—he should have gotten at least one agent to tail Nods. He might have learned a great deal from that. Instead, they were left to clean up bodies and attempt to explain to the Governor of the Realm on Tulgalan why a wizard's battle had destroyed half of Taritha Village.

  "I would have made the same mistake," Norian sighed. "She's only nineteen. We didn't give her enough credit."

  * * *

  "Reah, my darling, wake up. Please."

  I ached. All over, I ached. The pain wasn't unbearable now, but it had been. I remembered waking up occasionally; the pain had been so bad. I only recalled cool fingers against my feverish forehead before blessed blackness came again. A voice, now, asking me to wake. Calling me darling. Not Aurelius—he never called me that. I was attempting to puzzle it out in my foggy brain. That hurt, too.

  "Aurelius is out on assignment again. I am here, pretty one." I was afraid to open my eyes. Afraid of the reality I might have to face when I did. Perhaps someone would come to send me back to unconsciousness.

  "No, darling. They'll relieve the pain, but you must wake. You must move and eat and answer questions."

  I moaned. I didn't want to answer questions. I didn't want to think. Didn't want to remember.

  "Hush, now. We'll get you through this."

  "Wylend, go away." That voice I'd heard before. I was trying to connect it to a face and a name.

  "Karzac, if that order came from anyone else, I would turn them into a goat." I opened my eyes a crack to see Karzac the healer glaring at Wylend Arden, King of Karathia. Why was Wylend here? Surely, he didn't want me to cook for him that badly.

  "I will explain it to you very soon," Wylend rose from his seat beside my bed, returned Karzac's glare and disappeared.

  "Reah," Karzac sighed heavily, "I know you are in pain. I will try to relieve as much of it as I can, but the one who calls himself the Director of the ASD is clamoring to speak with you. I did my best to hold him off, but he keeps insisting that the ASD owns you. That I find repugnant in every sense of the word and have considered asking a Larentii to put him through the pain you have suffered, just so he will have some idea of what he is asking of you." Karzac's green-gold eyes were kind as he reached out to touch my shoulder. The pain lessened. He put his hands on my neck, then, causing the pain there to drop dramatically.

  * * *

  "What am I going to do?" Tory wanted to slam his body into a brick wall. Then back up and slam it into a brick wall again.

  "Bro, I have no idea." Ry watched his taller sibling carefully. Lissa had asked Ry to watch Tory—he wouldn't be able to reconcile his feelings with what his Thifilathi had done. He should have realized the full moon was close on Tulgalan, and when he'd forced the Thifilathi to deal with the shooter, it had taken over completely.

  "I've ruined everything," Tory moaned.

  * * *

  "Drink this." I saw the same cook was still working for the Queen of Le-Ath Veronis, and he didn't look happy as he handed a drink to me. It looked like mush.

  "Reah, it's protein and berries. Drink it—it will help with the headache." Karzac was still fussing over me—he'd folded me to Lissa's private study, where I was scheduled to meet with Director Norian Keef and Vice-Director Lendill Schaff. I felt awful and my nervousness made me feel as if I'd heave up anything I might attempt to swallow. The cook disappeared through the door and my hand shook as I lifted the straw to my lips under Karzac's watchful gaze.

  "Healer, we'd like to interview our agent in private," Vice-Director Schaff told Karzac the moment he and Director Keef swept into the room.

  "You are telling me this because I am Lissa's mate, just like the Director here," Karzac snapped. Lendill Schaff received a daunting glare, in addition to formidable sarcasm from Karzac. "Be assured I can make your life just as much hell as the Director's here," the healer muttered and folded away.

  "I don't know what to do about that," Norian cut his eyes toward the space where Karzac disappeared, raked a hand through thick, brown hair and sat on Lissa's office chair with a sigh. Lendill Schaff sat on the edge of Lissa's rather large, hand-carved desk and crossed arms over his chest, staring at me. I quailed before his gaze and set my drink aside—I no longer had enough strength to hold up the glass.

  "Reah, you should have brought me the additional information—Gavril told us what you came up with," the Vice-Director snapped, his dark eyes boring into mine. "That was information the ASD needed to revise our records and update the information you'd given me before. Clearly, I would have taken a closer look at young master Whitlin had you done so. Yet you withheld that information. I don't care how embarrassed you w
ere at calling me the first time, or how reluctant you might have been to contact me a second time. Had you shared your information with Rylend, he could have brought it to my attention. You did not." Lendill was angry. I felt dizzy and ill.

  "Now," Lendill went on, "we have one of our prisoners asking for information on you. Considering that you failed us in this, we are going to escort you to the dungeon, with the hope that seeing you will jog wizard Bel's memory a little." I looked up at Lendill in alarm. What were they going to do? I was in no shape to walk to the dungeons. I couldn't even walk across the room. I also had no desire to be a part of a coerced confession from Bel—I still cared about him. He hadn't shot me—in fact, Bel had been trying to stop Nods when Ry and Wyatt attacked him.

  "We will hold you up if you have difficulty walking," Lendill must have seen the look on my face. He wasn't going to put his hands on me. I didn't want his hands on me. Right then, Karzac or one of the Larentii might have been the only male hands I would allow. I struggled down the hallway, jerking my elbow away from Norian Keef and teetering dangerously as we reached the stairs leading to the dungeon. There wasn't anything left in my stomach to heave up; otherwise I might have stopped to do so halfway down the steps. My breaths were short and labored by the time we reached the bottom, where a wide, flagstone floor lay outside the row of cells inside Queen Lissa's dungeon.

  My vision grayed and I struggled to clear it as we walked down the flagstone-lined hall. Bel had been placed inside a cell about halfway down. "Reah?" His voice was barely a whisper as I lurched to a stop before the bars holding him back. He was leaning against a wall of his cell near the bars. I saw he didn't touch the bars—likely they were spelled, preventing Bel from using his power.

  "Bel?" I wanted to weep, but there weren't any tears. My voice was dry as sandpaper.

  "Thank the gods, Reah, I thought you were dead." Bel bumped his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes.

  "We might be persuaded to keep her alive—if you consent to tell us what you know," Lendill now had my neck gripped in his hand. That brought a pain-filled whimper—the puncture wounds where Tory's teeth had penetrated my neck were still blazingly painful.

  "Don't hurt her!" Bel shouted, standing straight and glaring at Lendill.

  "You have no right to demand anything!" Lendill shouted back. "She is our conscript—we can do what we please with her. Tell us what you know!" He removed his hand from my neck and gripped my right shoulder, just where the ranos-shot had entered. And then he shook me—hard. I shrieked, dropping to the floor in excruciating pain. Then I began to convulse.

  Consciousness can be a fleeting thing—I was aware for brief moments and during those moments, I realized I had no power over my body. None. It was jerking uncontrollably. At times, I saw the lights in the ceiling overhead in blurry brightness, at other times I saw the shoes Director Keef wore. All while my body jerked in spasms that I couldn't stop. My teeth clacked together and I bit my tongue several times. I heard shouting. Men's voices. Men. They had brought me to this. All my life, men had controlled me in one way or another. My mother had died, leaving me alone and unguarded. Perhaps her lot hadn't been that much different from mine. I don't know how long the seizure lasted; I only know that unconsciousness came after what seemed an interminable amount of time.

  * * *

  "Do not attempt to give me excuses. I am a breath away from killing you both." Kifirin stood before Norian Keef and Lendill Schaff. "I care not that you were attempting to get information the only way you could. Do you wish to go and explain that to our little one in there?" Kifirin flung an arm toward Reah's bedroom. It had taken two Larentii, with Karzac helping, to get the seizures to stop. Karzac had yelled first, before Kifirin arrived. They hadn't waited for her to drink the protein smoothie—it was liberally laced with sugar. Reah had been dangerously hypoglycemic and that, combined with the stress, the forced walk to the dungeons and Lendill's pain-inducing grips had triggered the seizures. "If the Larentii hadn't come, she would be dead now. Is that what you wanted?" Kifirin blew angry clouds of smoke as he glared at Norian and Lendill. While it was dangerous if any High Demon blew smoke, when the god of the Dark Realm produced his smoldering breath, lives hung in the balance.

  "We didn't realize how bad off she was." Norian hung his head.

  "And yet you failed to ask. You were only interested in what you consider your own gain, here. I warn you, this is a larger game than even you realize. And on many levels. I am leaving. If I stay, my anger with you will grow and you will die. I leave you with your lives. For now." Kifirin's dark eyes were filled with stars. Norian knew that the god was passing judgment. Kifirin folded away as Norian and Lendill stared.

  * * *

  "Norian, if you had grown six heads, I might have been less surprised." Lissa glared at her mate. "And Lendill? Where the hell did that come from?" Lissa paced inside her bedroom while Norian watched.

  "That wizard cares about Reah. We can't beat a confession out of him and our treaty with Mandil prevents compulsion to force them to confess, so we went in another direction to get information." Norian realized he stood on unsteady ground with Lissa.

  "So, instead of punishing the criminal, you punish the innocent to get what you want?" Lissa stopped pacing for a moment.

  "We thought the healer had taken care of everything," Norian grumbled, sitting on the end of Lissa's bed.

  "Norian, she was shot with a ranos pistol. Those things can kill Ra'Ak spawn, remember? And then she was claimed by a High Demon. I'm vampire, Norian, and I didn't get over those puncture wounds in my neck for days, even with a Larentii's help."

  "Your son did that," Norian defended himself with what he knew.

  "Yes. He's High Demon. I admit it. That's how they claim their mates. That's how I have two sets of teeth marks in my neck, thank you very much. If Lendill had investigated that stupid kid to begin with instead of ignoring Reah, then people would still be alive and you'd likely have more information than you do now. As it is, you have nothing. You don't know where they were staying, where their supply is kept and who got them onto Tulgalan to begin with. Don't point the finger anywhere except where it belongs, Norian Keef."

  "Lissa, if you were still working with me," Norian was back to grumbling.

  "I put in my time, Norian. Part of that was when I was pregnant with Gavril. Gavin still has a fit over that. At least Ildevar allowed me to serve twenty-five years instead of the original thirty. I'm done with that, now. I have a planet to run, Norian. That's my job. Why don't you ask your current Liaison, the King of Lavareal, if he'll go out and catch criminals with you?"

  "He wouldn't bother, and he'd be less than useless anyway," Norian sighed, thinking of his current overseer. Norian had gotten Ildevar Wyyld to agree to make Le-Ath Veronis the permanent base for the ASD—it had better security than any other Alliance world and he preferred being closer to Lissa.

  The lot of Liaison for the ASD—although it was merely an empty title in most cases—was assigned to rulers of Alliance worlds for periods of thirty years. Lissa had been the only hands-on Liaison in Norian's lengthy experience as Director, and since her life and the rule of Le-Ath Veronis had been placed on hold for so long, Ildevar had shortened her tenure by five years.

  "Back to your treatment of Reah," Lissa came to poke a finger in Norian's chest.

  "We've done this before with quite a bit of success," Norian defended himself. "We just didn't realize how bad off Reah was. We were going to explain and apologize afterward—it has to look real in every sense before we try to get a response from the criminal."

  "Oh, that was real, all right. And maybe you can apologize to Reah, but if I were in her shoes, I don't think any explanation would be sufficient and I sure as hell wouldn't forgive it." Lissa stalked out of her bedroom, leaving Norian to stare after her.

  "Fuck," Norian muttered and got up to go find Lendill.

  * * *

  "Torevik, do not force me to call Jayd to help res
train you." Tory was blowing smoke, as was his father, Gardevik Rath.

  "They nearly killed her!" Tory shouted at his father—something he'd never done.

  "Son, I realize the Thifilathi is speaking right now," Garde worked to calm himself and his son. "Think on this for a moment. You are to blame as well—she wouldn't have been so weakened if the Thifilathi hadn't chosen to claim her when it did."

  "That's still no excuse for dragging her out of bed and then doing—that." Tory wanted to pound Norian Keef and Lendill Schaff into pulp. "And they won't let me see her." The last statement was nearly a wail.

  "They're worried she'll have another seizure. Seeing you when she opens her eyes could be too much of a shock."

  "But you said it was important to apologize right away. And to keep apologizing until she believes me."

  "Son, she's really sick right now. We have to wait until things are better where Reah is concerned. She isn't just suffering from the claiming—ranos injuries usually kill. If Aurelius hadn't given her his blood, we'd have a body instead of a live quarter-demon."

  "Are they going to tell me when things are better, Dad? Are they?" At least Tory had stopped breathing smoke.

  "I hope they realize how important that is to both you and Reah."

  * * *

  "Reah?" That voice I knew right away. Perhaps the only real friend I had. Gavril was there beside my bed. I had to work to open my eyes—I still felt dizzy and confused.

  "Chash?" I wanted to reach out to him, but my hand wouldn't obey my will. Gavril reached out and took it for me. My voice too, was dry as a desert.