Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked by Kresley Cole Read Free Book Online

with gold coins, stamped with the imprint of some ancient god in flight. Several more chests contained jewels the officers had plundered from the east before their greedy gazes turned to neighboring Estonia.
    He would force himself to drink and to buy new clothes. He’d purchase a new home for them—he’d be relieved if he never returned to that wretched castle.
    When he found her again, he would appear as a man worthy of consideration as a husband. But to acquire the things necessary to do this, Sebastian would be forced to navigate the new world around him. He’d seen cars but had never driven one. He’d seen advertisements for movies but had never viewed one. Planes flew overhead, and he knew the composition of their engines from books, but he’d never traveled in one.
    And he would have to walk among humans, though he’d always felt that they could look at him and suspect what he was—an abomination, trying to pass as one of them.
    Or worse, he feared that he might crave drinking them. Yet, never had that happened before Kaderin’s golden skin had been just before him. Could he control himself with her? Was it selfish to seek her? No, he was disciplined. He could forbear, as his brothers’ order called it.
    He wanted his Bride back, and would have her again if it killed him.
    Turning away from the window, he stared out into the rain, realizing he’d been wanting her all his life. Sebastian shook his head ruefully. Even before she’d become all he had.

    London , England
    Everything is under control.
    Kaderin’s blessing was back in place, even though, to any who saw her, she appeared disoriented.
    Since the time when London had been a marshy encampment beside a forgettable river, vampires had hunted in the fog here. And whenever she’d visited, she’d hunted them.
    After her debacle in Russia, she’d chosen to come to this Lore-rich city because she had a private flat here that none of the Valkyrie knew about, and because it was a good base for the Hie—not because she couldn’t face her coven.
    Tonight was her first in the city, and she’d set out for King’s Cross with one objective: to kill leeches. Beneath her trench coat, her sword and whip rested hidden. She meandered down a cobblestone back way she remembered well—just over a century ago, two vampire brothers had nearly beheaded her on these very bricks.
    Kaderin didn’t despise vampires only for her sisters’ sake.
    Along the alley, she’d gradually begun to act as though she were lost in the dingy veil of the city, even subtly limping—signaling a predator that dinner was here for the taking.
    She tried to convince herself that her excursion wasn’t meant to prove anything. This wasn’t an exercise to see if she still had the stones to hunt vampires. That would be too cliché, too movie-montage-worthy, as she busted heads and cleaned out the streets of London.
    To kill tonight was, simply, her life as usual.
    A gang of five of them materialized from thin air. “Seems my birthday came early, boys,” Kaderin drawled. They were dressed like street thugs, and their glowing red eyes were spattered with floating black flecks. Dirty eyes. When they drank beings to death, they drank from the pit of the soul, taking all the bad, absorbing all the madness and sin into themselves.
    The five surrounded her; she yanked her sword free and struck hard without delay.
    A flip of her wrist claimed her first head. Lookit, Kaderin thought. A vampire’s head rolling across a London back alley. Business as usual. Control.
    They began tracing all around her, striking out with fists or blades. She yanked her coiled metal whip free from her belt. Titanium. With a whip, she could contain a tracing vampire. One recognized her with the first crack and escaped, fleeing the fight.
    Ah, but the other three are going to roll the dice.
    Her whip caught one’s neck, coiling round again and again, snapping at the end.
    The house always wins.
    She yanked, sending him