Munro (Immortals After Dark #18) by Kresley Cole

            He hid it well, but she could tell he’d harbored strong hopes of reuniting with his family.

            Lothaire shrugged. “Something deliciously evil? Who knows? Everyone always thought I would come after their firstborn. What would I have done with squalling babies?” He canted his head at Munro. “Having had a mortal for my fated one, I do understand at least some of what your wolven mind is going through. I’ll consider assisting you with the sorceress. All you have to do is sign my new ledger.”

            “Leo, no,” Ellie said. “Not them.”

            “You ask much of me, Lizvetta. And I’m still furious that he decided to find our kingdom. When I extended the soft-opening invitation, I didn’t say, ‘Come one, come all—whenever you feel like it.’”

            “So we were close to finding this place,” Munro said with a hint of a smug smile.

            Lothaire’s eyes seemed to burn at that smile. “How dare you try?”

            “How dare your men be late to pick us up?”

            Lothaire waved that away. “I had to give those fire demons time to capture you.”

            Munro’s eyes flickered beastly blue. “You are the one who sold us out?” He dropped his hand from Ren as his fists clenched.

            Ellie whirled around on her throne with an expression of disbelief. “You are such a chode!”

            “Ah, hellbilly”—Lothaire cast his queen a tender smile, with a flash of fang—“all’s fair in love and Lore.”

            Munro looked like his beast was baying for blood, but he couldn’t take on all these vampires. Stelian had tensed, palm hovering over his sword hilt. And Kristoff looked like he would fight to protect Lothaire.

            Ren laid her hand on Munro’s arm. “Easy, wolf.”

            A growl broke from his chest. “If no’ for my Instinct’s warning, the demons’ first shot would have taken us out. They incinerated the building we were in.”

            “Yes, the honeymoon suite. The nymphs were vexed to have their guests fired upon,” Lothaire coolly said. “Not that they’ll do anything about it. They never do.”

            At least Iona and her daughters hadn’t been hurt or killed.

            “As I explained to them, I instructed my henchmen not to harm anyone. But demons. What can you do?”

            “For starters—no’ fucking set them upon us!” Munro snapped. “If those demons had captured us alive, do you have any idea what the warlocks would have done to us?”

            “Not much. At least, not for long. My plan was to collect the bounty, utilize their gateway, and then break every single prisoner out of Quondam’s dungeon. Happy Accession!”

            Ren dryly observed, “How quickly you would have filled up your new ledger.”

            Lothaire inclined his head. “Well-noted, mortal. Yet then Loa informed me that the bounty was a sham, so I laid aside my plans.”

            “Leo, make this up to the nymphs and to our guests!” Ellie’s tone brooked no denial.

            He cast his queen a heated glance with his strangely hypnotic red eyes. “Fine. But only because I worship you. I don’t carry just anyone’s finger in my pocket, do I?”

            Was that a vampire custom?

            The queen’s eyes grew black with emotion. “Just mine, you freaky leech.” They seemed to be in their own little world.

            Stelian cleared his throat.

            Lothaire blinked, then faced his audience to announce: “Tomorrow, Hag and I will begin a search for Dorada. Bygones, wolf?”

            Clearly surprised by the vampire’s offer, Munro grated the word, “Bygones.”

            With that settled, Lothaire sat forward in his throne and leveled his unsettling gaze on Ren. “If the ring appeared right now, would you wish to be transformed?”

            Can’t lie. “I wouldn’t.”

            Lothaire turned to Munro, his smile as breathtaking as it was mirthless. “Right in the balls, wolf?”