'Have you tried knocking?' Vanya told him patronisingly. 'It is customary to knock if you want to be let inside.'

Luca rolled his eyes and, as he did so, he caught Jane's impish smile.

'I have been banging at that door for a good ten minutes ...' He trailed off.

'Move,' Vanya ordered. 'Let me try.'

Luca obligingly got to his feet.

'Are you OK?' Jane asked softly.

Before he could reply, Vanya's voice peeled out shrilly.

'I demand you open this door immediately,' she said, banging hard on it.

Almost at once there was the sound of a key turning in the lock, and then the door creaked open, to reveal a young guard, rudely awoken by the looks of it.

'I'm sorry, madam, I have orders only to let the Celestial family in,' he said, nervously, as Vanya was glaring at him, her shoulders pulled back.

'Now listen to me, young man,' Vanya stuck one hand in the door jamb, ensuring that if the guard shut the door, it would be at the cost of her fingers, and woe betide him then. 'There is trouble at the palace as we speak, there is quite a commotion going on. I have spoken to Raphael and he needs all the men he can get over there. He sent me personally to deliver this information.' She sniffed. 'He would have called, but there is no signal down in the cellars, as you must be aware.'

Her bluff was impressive, Luca thought, awed by Vanya's nerve.

The guard scratched his head, looking unsure.

'I don't know ... I have a prisoner down in a cell. He needs constant surveillance. The master was very firm about that.'

'Which is exactly what we are doing here,' Vanya told him, before altering her tone to something a lot more gracious. 'The three of us.' She jerked her head back to indicate Luca and Jane. 'We will watch the prisoner.'

But the man looked thoroughly unconvinced and with an exasperated sigh, Vanya glanced quickly behind her before her arm snapped out and her long fingers closed around the guard's throat.

Luca was appalled. He stood frozen to the spot.

'Now, listen to me ...' Vanya leaned into the man, and Luca saw his eyes widen in what looked like shock, then lock in position, his mouth hanging open slack. Her hand stayed where it was, her nails digging into his flesh and a glazed helpless look replaced the shock on his face. She released her hand and the glammed guard swayed a little. Then looking down at the keys in his hand, he opened the door wider, motioning for the three of them to go through.

'Thank you,' said Vanya, patting his chest. 'Now run along. Your prisoner will be safe with us.'

The guard moved pa.s.sively past her, pausing only to say, 'He's dangerous, my lady. You'd best not provoke him.'

'Yes, I'm sure. Off you go.' She stared at him until he was safely outside, then gestured to Luca and Jane to follow her.

Only Vanya Borgia would be able to achieve the impossible, Luca thought.

'He is still here ... that's the main thing. Raphael hasn't decided to inflict some s.a.d.i.s.tic punishment on him.' Vanya marched ahead, Luca and me in her wake.

'So it's true,' Luca asked. 'He really did that to his family? Why have I never heard of this ... ma.s.sacre? A wolf cub committing such a crime? It just seems strange that my family don't know about it.'

Vanya slowed in front of him. 'Well it was hushed up, of course,' she said quickly.

'Why "of course"?'

Vanya jangled the keys in her hand, stopping outside the cell door.

'Because of the disgrace,' she said. She was about to put the key in the lock but hesitated, turning to Luca, her face deadly serious. 'An angel fathering a wolf child? Not exactly something the family would want broadcast to the nation.'

'What?'

'His father is was an angel, darling. Mixing blood like that ...' She shuddered melodramatically. 'Can you imagine the scandal.'

Luca turned to me and I saw the same shock I was feeling in his eyes.

'Gabriel,' I breathed. 'Gabriel is Soren's father?'

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO.

Celeste wrung her hands. 'Cadmium must not find out that I have told you,' she told Raphael. 'It would kill him.'

Raphael lowered his head, he didn't trust himself to look at her. He felt sick.

'I don't really care any more what Cadmium thinks,' he said in a low and threatening voice.

'Don't say that, dear. He did what he thought was best.'

'He watched my father tear himself apart,' Raphael snarled. 'Yet again, because of the laws of Nissilum. His own son, he made him pay for his involvement with that mortal girl.' He snapped back at her. 'We are not a good and forgiving family, we have no compa.s.sion. We are rotten.' He stood and paced the library, the gla.s.s breaking under his feet. 'And Soren lives to haunt me.'

'I dreaded the day he would return,' Celeste's voice shook. 'That night after the parade ... I felt sick to my stomach.'

'He returned because he means to reclaim what he thinks is his the kingdom,' said Raphael. 'It seems obvious to me.'

'I don't think he would do that,' she said meekly. 'Surely not?'

'How naive are you, great-mother? You really think he came back to be reunited with Lila? Lila was just a convenient way to worm his way back into society befriending the mortal girl, helping her, then convincing her to help him. All along he had his eye on the main prize.'

'Oh dear.' Celeste looked as thought she was about to faint. 'Is the boy still under lock and key?'

'Thankfully, yes. To think I nearly thought of releasing him. I entertained an idea that we could be allies ... I had big plans you see.'

She said nothing, just looked questioningly at him.

'What did Cadmium do with him?' he said. 'Where is Gabriel?'

Celeste looked as though she were about say something vague, but hesitated, drawing in her breath, then: 'Gabriel is in the moral world, Raffy ... Your great-father sent him there with Milo to take care of him. I have no idea where he is.'

'He's alive?'

'I don't know.' She looked down at her hands. 'I wish I knew.'

'You could go and find him. But your loyalty to Cadmium is greater,' Raphael said sarcastically. 'How n.o.ble!'

'What are you going to do now?'

'I'm going to make sure that Soren never sees his sister again, for one thing. And as for his share of the kingdom ...' He shook his head. 'He will die before he has that.'

Noise from outside drew their attention to the hallway, where Sion was arguing with a young man Raphael recognised the guard he had left watching Soren's cell. He frowned, moving quickly to interrupt them.

'What is this?' he asked. 'Has Soren escaped?'

'No sir ...' the young man bowed awkwardly. 'The lady sent me over ... She said you needed my help.'

'Lady? Who?'

'A lady with black hair and the blackest most bewitching eyes ... She was very certain that you needed me here ...'

'Heaven above!' Something snapped in Raphael's head and a rush of adrenaline shot through his veins. 'Fool! I told you not to leave your watch, on any account!' He stepped up to the guard, glaring at him, his fists clenched. He turned his glare on to Sion, who looked alarmed. 'Round up all male servants and if you see Lowe, the wolf-boy, tell him I want everyone armed.'

'Raphael?' gasped Celeste behind him. 'You cannot use force. We are a peaceful people.'

'To h.e.l.l with you and your "peace",' he snarled as he marched angrily down the hall landing. 'To h.e.l.l with you.'

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE.

'Oh, darling, you look awful.' Vanya rushed towards Soren, who did indeed look awful.

'I'm fine,' he said, though he looked shattered. 'I've endured worse.'

She knelt by him, tenderly, and I glanced at Luca, who was regarding Soren, closely examining his face.

'It's true then,' he said, as Vanya cooed and fussed over the boy. 'You really did that?'

'It was a long time ago.' Soren's eyes found mine and I felt myself squirming a little, remembering what had happened between us in the palace library. We hadn't spoken since, and with the warmth of Luca's body next to me, I felt a little sick. I looked away, hoping that my cheeks weren't burning.

'You don't look ... you don't look like a wolf ...' Luca said suspiciously. 'Not like any wolf I've seen. I could have sworn-'

'Well, appearances can be deceptive,' Vanya interrupted, a distinct edge to her voice. 'Don't dwell on petty details.'

But it was true. Soren's black eyes, his complexion ... Pure vampire. I looked at Vanya and then back at Soren.

I suddenly remembered the canvas in Paris. The dark-haired woman. It was Vanya.

'You're Vanya's son!' I breathed. 'I can't believe I did not see it before ...'

'Jane-' Vanya began soothingly.

'No ...' Luca edged closer to me. 'Jane's right, Vanya. And now that I see you, so protective, so fierce in your defence just like my own mother. Soren is your son.'

There was a heavy, shocked silence. I don't know why but I felt horribly betrayed. As though Vanya and Soren had been in on a joke behind my back.

'I don't know what you are up to,' said Luca, and his hand brushed against mine, so close that I wanted to grab hold of it, 'but how do I know that this whole story isn't false? You have seized on a conveniently buried murder to somehow cause trouble here? The two of you.'

'You don't know what you're talking about!' Vanya stood defiant.

'Vanya, don't.' Soren put his hand on her arm.

'You want the truth? Then, yes, Soren is my child ... But he was brought up as a wolf cub. He was raised by a family who were paid by his true father to keep silent about his birth parents. Myself ... and Gabriel.'

'This has got to be a joke!' I said, and felt Luca's hand tighten on mine. 'How? How did ... ?'

Soren was grim-faced. 'I loved Lila like I was truly her brother. I missed her when she was no longer there. And I felt so broken up by what she saw.'

'You fed on your family didn't you? You didn't kill them as a wolf would have done. You fed on them, and then you left them to bleed to death.' Luca was aghast.

'Lila wasn't the real reason you wanted to help me ...' I eyed him. 'Are you planning to claim your right to power? If Gabriel is your father, you would be ent.i.tled-'

'No I don't care about that! Lila is the only reason I am here, Jane. That, and you-'

'Stop!' I put my hands over my ears, frightened of what he would say. Looking quickly at Luca, I shook my head. 'I need to get out of here ...' I breathed. 'It's all too much.'

'Jane!' Luca held on to me, concerned. 'Don't go.'

'I just need some air,' I said, dropping my hand. 'Let me be. Just for a moment. Let me be.'

I ran. I didn't want to leave Luca, but I felt suffocated by the whole situation. And ashamed. I regretted that moment in the library with Soren more than anything now. While I was gone, Soren would no doubt tell Luca what had happened. He had been about to, I was sure of it.

The door to the bas.e.m.e.nt was open, and with relief I burst out into the palace courtyard, running as fast as I could for the gates.

But before I could get there, an arm hooked itself roughly around my neck, dragging me backwards, and my heart nearly jumped up through my throat.

'It's over.' A voice whispered, dark and guttural, in my ear as I struggled. 'Nowhere to run to now.'

I stopped my futile wriggling and my attacker released his hold, just a little.

'Lowe,' I said, 'I am going home. You don't need to do this.'

He turned me round roughly to face him. 'I'm going to make sure you never come back,' he said nastily. 'I won't be content until I know you are gone for good.'

I looked into his brown eyes. Unlike his brother's, they were steely and aggressive. It occurred to me that he wanted to kill me. Looking down at his body I saw the familiar chilling signs I had been dreading.