"Janrae Frank - Dark Brothers of the Light 02 - Bloood Heresy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)

Isranon had grown steadily more suspicious of Hoon and Anksha as the days and weeks wore on. He
knew these "nibble games", as Mephistis labeled them were rough and he had seen how badly she tore
Bodramet up.

He watched Hoon sitting before his full-length mirror. A gesture from Hoon set the surface swirling in
patterns of black and silver. When it cleared, Isranon could see a mon in another room reflected there.
He did not wish to be here and only half listened to the conversation, missing most of it until Hoon said
her name.

"Galee, I have anticipated you. All those long talks about those infuriating twin yuwenghau,
Dynarien and Dynanna. I am in striking distance of the female right now."

Galee? Gylorean Galee? Isranon felt icy nails scratch their way up his spine. The mentor of
Waejonan still lived? She had created both the vampires and the sa'necari. If Hoon was allied
with Galee, then they were in far more danger than he had dreamed possible. Terror gathered in
Isranon's stomach, spreading through his muscles. Would she recognize the blood of his ancestor
in him and order him slain out of hand?

"Are you?" Galee purred. "Well, let me inform you of the date and the time. Then we will kill them both.
It must be done simultaneously so they cannot Jump to each other's aid. And how is our young prince
managing?"

"Quite well, I assure you. He has made the acquaintance of my little pet and they like each other very
well."

Isranon heard the honeyed poison in the vampire's words and flicked a glance at Mephistis. The prince's
hands were tightening on the arms of his chair to the extent that his knuckles whitened.

"You always were my favorite, Hoon," Galee smirked.

"I suppose that is a compliment, Galee," Hoon observed, dryly.

Isranon grew more concerned, more certain that something was about to happen here. He suspected that
both Mephistis and Haig knew what that was. He stopped listening to Hoon, turning his attention back
and forth between his prince and Haig.

"Dynarien is in Creeya," Galee said. "I intend to kill him and this time he will stay dead. I will see that
there are no pieces of his soul left for his divine father to gather up. Just be certain that you get his sister."

"I shall, Galee. I shall."

The mirror went blank and Hoon rose. Walking to the middle of the room, he turned to Isranon. "You
are the only sa'necari who is truly the prince's mon, Isranon."

"Where is this going, Hoon?" Mephistis asked.
"As your mon, he should know who truly rules. Anksha, play with the prince."

Isranon started to stand only to have two royals shove him hard into his seat and hold him there. He met
Haig's eyes briefly, and then the Lemyari turned his back. Isranon felt the cold bite of betrayal in Haig's
action, having believed him a friend.