The Darkest Surrender(The ninth book in the Lords of the Underworld series)A novel by Gena Showalter
To Donna Glass, a real-life Bianka Skyhawk.
Your support and enthusiasm for the
Lords of the Underworld thrills me more than I can
ever say. Thank you, thank you, a thousand times thank
you! (Did I mention Im thankful?) And from all of the
warriors currently residing in the Budapest fortress:
youre welcome to come over anytime. Gideon adds:
And I hope like hell you dont! Also, Lysander says
theres a cloud with your name on itnext to his.
PROLOGUE
Fifteen hundred years ago
Or
A million years ago
(Just depends on who you ask.)
FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, the bi-century Harpy Games ended with more participants dead than alive, and every single one of the survivors knew fourteen-year-old Kaia Skyhawk was to blame.
The day began innocently enough. With the morning sun shining brightly, Kaia strolled through the overcrowded camp hand in hand with her beloved twin sister, Bianka. Tents of every size littered the area, and multiple fires crackled to ward off the early-morning chill. The scents of filched biscuits and honey coated the air, making her mouth water.
Forever cursed by the gods, Harpies could only eat what they stole or earned. If they ate anything else, they sickened horribly. So Kaias breakfast had been a meager affair: a stale rice cake and half a flagon of water, both of which shed pilfered from a humans saddle.
Maybe shed appropriate a biscuit from a member of a rival clan, she mused, then shook her head. No, shed just have to remain semi-hungry. Her kind didnt live by many rules, but the ones they had, they revered. Such as: never fall asleep where humans could find you, never reveal a weakness to anyone and, most importantly, never thieve a single morsel of food from one of your own race, even if you hated her.
Kaia? her sister said, her tone curious.
Yes?
Am I the prettiest girl here?
Of course. Kaia didnt even have to look around to confirm that fact. Bianka was the prettiest girl in the entire world. Sometimes she forgot, though, and had to be reminded.
While Kaia had a disgusting mop of red hair and unremarkable gray-gold eyes, Bianka had luxurious black hair, shimmering amber eyes and was the image of their exalted mother, Tabitha the Vicious.
Thank you, Bianka said, grinning with satisfaction. And I think youre the strongest. By far.
Kaia never tired of hearing her sisters praise. The more powerful a Harpy was, the more respect she earned. From everyone. More than anything, Kaia craved respect. Stronger, even, than She studied the Harpies in the area, searching for someone to compare herself to.
Those who were old enough to participate in the traditional tests of might and cunning bustled about, preparing for the one remaining eventLast Immortal Standing. Swords whistled as they were tugged from sheaths. Metal ground against stone as daggers were sharpened.
Finally, Kaia spotted a contender for her comparison. Am I stronger, even, than her? she asked, pointing to a brute of a woman with bulging muscles and thick crisscrossing scars adorning her arms.
The injuries that had left those scars must have been severe indeed; immortality caused their race to heal quickly and efficiently, rarely allowing any evidence of hard living to show.
No question, Bianka said loyally. I bet shed run and hide if you decided to challenge her.
No doubt youre right. Actually, who wouldnt run from her? Kaia trained harder than anyone and had even felled her own instructor. Twice.
She didnt want to boast, but shed always trained harder than any other Harpy in their clan. When everyone else stopped for the day, she continued until sweat ran down her chest in rivulets, until her muscles trembled from the strainuntil her bones could no longer support her weight.
One day, perhaps even one day soon, her mother would be proud of her. Why, just a few nights ago, Tabitha had slapped her on the shoulder and said her dagger throwing skills had almost improved. Almost improved. No sweeter praise had ever left Tabithas mouth.
Come on, Bianka said, tugging at her. If we dont hurry, we wont have time to wash in the river, and I really want to look my best when I watch our clan destroy the competition. Again.
Just thinking of the prizes her mother would collect caused Kaias small body to puff up with pride.
The Harpy Games had begun thousands of years ago as a way for clans to discuss their grievances without causing a warwell, without causing any more warsas well as allowing allied clans to showcase their superiority, even against each other. Elders from each of the twenty tribes met and agreed on the competitions and awards.
This time around, each winner of the four battles earned one hundred gold pieces. The Skyhawks had already earned two hundred of those pieces. The Eagleshields had won one.
Out of your headthats a good girl, Bianka said as she quickened her steps, forcing Kaia to quicken hers in turn. You daydream too much.
Do not.
Do, too.
Not!
A sigh from her sister, an admission of defeat.
Kaia grinned. The two of them drew a bit of notice from nearby Harpies, and she made sure to stroke the Skyhawk warrior medallion hanging from her neck. Her mother had gifted her with hers a few months ago, and she treasured the symbol of her strength almost as much as she treasured her twin.
Most everyone who met her gaze nodded in deference, even if she belonged to a rival clan. Those who didntno Harpy would dare attack another while on neutral ground, so Kaia didnt worry about possible conflict. Actually, she wouldnt have worried anyway. She was as brave as she was strong.
At the very edge of camp, nestled in a grove of trees, she noticed something strange and halted. Those men, she said, pointing to a group of bare-chested males. Some roamed freely, a few were tied to posts and one was chained. To her knowledge, males were never allowed to enter or even watch the games. What are they doing over there?
Bianka stopped and followed the line of her finger. Theyre consorts. And slaves.
I know that. Hence the reason I asked what theyre doing over there and not who they are.
Theyre meeting needs, silly.
Kaias brow scrunched in confusion. What kind of needs? Their mother had always stressed the importance of taking care of yourself first, your family second and everyone else not at all.
Bianka considered her response carefully, then shrugged and said, Doing laundry, bathing feet, fetching weapons. You know, menial things were too important to do.
What she took away from that? If you owned a consort or slave, youd never have to do laundry again. I want one, Kaia announced, and the tiny wings protruding from her back fluttered wildly.
Like all Harpies, she wore a half top that covered her breaststhough hers were tragically nonexistent at the momentbut remained open in back to accommodate the small arch of her wings, the source of her superior strength.
And you know what Mother always says, she added.
Oh, yes. A kind word will win you a smile, but who in their right mind wants to win a smile?
Not that.
Bianka pursed her lips. You cant really kill a human with kindness. You have to use a sword.
Not that, either.
Exasperated, her sister tossed her arms in the air. Then what?
If you dont take the treasures and the males you want, youll never get the treasures and the males you want.
Oh. Biankas eyes widened as her attention returned to the men. So which one do you want?
Kaia tapped a fingertip against her chin as she studied the candidates. Each of the men wore a loincloth, and each hard body was streaked with dirt and sweat, but none of the men were cut or bruised as she was, indicating theyd proven themselves on the battlefield. Or at least, had tried to do so.
No, not true, she realized a second later. The one in chains was covered in battle marks, and his dark eyes were definitely defiant. He was a fighter. Him, she said, motioning with a tilt of her chin. Who owns him?
Bianka looked him over, trembled. Juliette the Eradicator.
Juliette Eagleshield, an ally as well as a coldhearted beauty trained by Tabitha Skyhawk herself.
Conquering a male the Eradicator had failed to tame would be Even better.
I dont know about this, Kye. We were warned not to speak to any of the men.
I wasnt warned.
Oh, yes, you were. I know this because you were standing right beside me when Mother delivered the warning. You must have been daydreaming again.
She refused to be swayed from her chosen path. New ruleif a daughter doesnt hear a warning, she doesnt have to heed it.
Bianka remained unconvinced. He reeks of danger.
We love danger.
We also love to breathe. And I think hed rather chop us into pieces than bathe our feet. Not to mention what Juliette will do to us if we succeed in taking him.
Trust me. Juliette isnt as strong as I am, or she wouldnt have had to chain him. Sure, Juliette was known for her willingness to slay anyone at any time, no matter their age or gender, but Kaia would soon be known as the girl who had one-upped her.
Her sister thought that rationale over for a moment, then nodded. Very true.
Ill just explain the punishment hell receive if he disobeys me, and I promise you, he wont disobey me. Simple, easy. Her mother was going to be so proud.
Tabitha wasnt proud of many people, only those who proved to be her equal. Soin other words, she wasnt yet proud of anyone. Maybe that was why every Harpy wanted to be her and every male wanted to win her. Her strength was unparalleled, her beauty unmatched. Her wisdom, limitless. All trembled at the mere mention of her name. (If they didnt, they should.) All respected her. And all admired her.
One day, all will admire me.
H-how are you going to sneak him away? Bianka asked. Where are you going to hide him?
Hmm, good questions. But as she pondered the answers, indignation filled her. Why should she sneak him away? Why should she hide him? If she did, no one would know what shed done. No one would write stories depicting her strength and daring.
More than she wanted a slave to do her bidding, she wanted those stories. Needed those stories. Because she and Bianka were twins, they were constantly teased about sharing what had been meant for one. Beauty, strength, anything, everything. As if they each had only half of what they should.
Im enough, damn it! And I will prove it.
She would take the man here, now, in front of everyone.
Nearly bursting with urgency, Kaia turned to her sister and cupped her wind-pinkened cheeks. Worry consumed Biankas delicate features, but that didnt stop Kaia from saying, Allow no one to pass this point. Ill only be a moment.
But
Please. For me, please.
Unable to resist, her sister sighed. Oh, all right.
Thank you! Kaia kissed her right on the mouth then marched away before the sweet-tempered darling could change her mind. She palmed a dagger. The men pretended not to notice her as she shoved her way past them, and not a single protest was uttered. Good. Already they feared her.
When she reached the object of her young desire, she posed as shed seen her mother pose a thousand times before. Hip cocked to the side, a fist resting on top, the blade of the dagger pointing outward.
The man sat on a stump, his elbows propped on his scabbed knees. His head was slightly bent, his inky hair falling over his forehead.
You, she said in the human tongue. Look at me.
Through the tangled locks, his dark gaze lifted and leveled on her. He was handsome, she supposed. Each of his features appeared to be chiseled from stone. He had a blade of a nose, sharpened cheekbones, thin but red lips and a stubborn chin.
Up close, she realized his chains were wrapped around his wrists and only his wrists, a metal link stretching between the two. Nothing bound him to a post. Either Juliette had no idea how to properly restrain a captive or the man was weaker than Kaia had assumed.
Disappointing, but she wouldnt change her mind now.
Youre mine, she told him boldly. Your previous mistress might try and fight me for you, but Ill defeat her.
Is that so? His voice was deep and husky, seemingly layered with thunder and lightning. She repressed a shudder. Whats your name, little girl?
Her teeth gritted together, her momentary apprehension forgotten. She wasnt a little girl! Im called Kaia the Strongest. Yes, yes. Thats what Im called. Titles were important among the Harpies, chosen by the tribe leaders, and while Kaia had yet to receive hers, she was absolutely certain her mother would approve of her choice.
And what exactly do you plan to do with me, Kaia the Strongest?
Im going to force you to meet all my needs, of course.
He arched a brow. Such as?
Doing my chores. All of my chores. And if you dont do them, Ill punish you. With my dagger. She wiggled the weapon in question, the silver blade glinting lethally in the sunlight. Im quite cruel, you know. Ive killed humans dead before. Really dead. So dead they even hurt afterward.
He didnt flinch at the weapon or at her implied threat, and she fought a wave of frustration. Then she consoled herself with the knowledge that most humans had no true concept of a Harpys skills. Clearly, he was one of the uninformed. Because he himself couldnt lift a thousand-pound boulder, he probably couldnt fathom anyone else doing so.
When shall I begin these new duties? he asked.
Now.
Very well, then. She had expected an argument, but he unfolded his big body from the stump. Gods, he was tall, forcing her to look upupup.
She wasnt intimidated, though. While training, shed fought beings a lot taller than him and won. Well, maybe theyd only been a little bit taller. Fine, theyd all been shorter. She wasnt sure anyone was as tall as this man. No wonder Juliette had claimed him.