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  • Daughter of the Blood(Black Jewels,Book 1)(101) by Anne Bishop
  • Saetan gave her a sidelong look. "What did you tell him?"

    "That she needed an older, experienced Steward."

    "Very kind of you."

    Cassandra sighed. "You're still angry about my talking to him."

    "No, I'm not. I just wish . . ."That I could have seen him, talked to him, felt the strength of his grip, heard the sound of his voice. That we could have judged each other honestly. We're forced to trust each other because Jaenelle is asking us to, because she trusts.

    He caressed Cassandra's hair. "Promise me you'll be careful. Hekatah's searching for Jaenelle. If Dorothea is supporting the effort, he'll know best where to look for danger from that quarter. Whether or not he'll ask us for help will depend on whether or not he trusts us. I want that trust, Cassandra, and not just for Jaenelle's sake. You owe me that much."

    CHAPTER TEN

    1—Terreille

    Why does she ask so damn many uncomfortable questions?Daemon thought, clenching his teeth and staring straight ahead as they walked through the garden. He almost missed Wilhelmina, who was in bed with a cold. At least when her sister was present, Jaenelle didn't ask questions that made him blush.

    "You're not going to answer, are you?" Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence.

    "No."

    "Don't you know the answer?"

    "Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl."

    "But you know the answer."

    Daemon growled.

    "If I were older, would you tell me?" Jaenelle persisted.

    There might be a way out of this yet. "Yes, if you were older."

    "How old?"

    "What?"

    "How old would I have to be?"

    "Nineteen," he said quickly, beginning to relax. Who knew what sort of questions she might have in seven years, but at least he wouldn't have to answer this one.

    "Nineteen?"

    Daemon's stomach fluttered. He walked a little faster. The pleased way she said that made him distinctly uncomfortable.

    "The Priest said he wouldn't tell me until I was twenty-five," Jaenelle said happily, "but you'll tell me six years sooner."

    Daemon skidded to a stop. His eyes narrowed as he regarded the happy, upturned face and clear sapphire eyes. "You asked the Priest?"

    Jaenelle looked a little uncomfortable, which made him feel a little better. "Well . . . yes."

    Daemon imagined Saetan trying to deal with the same question and fought the urge to laugh. He cleared his throat and tried to look stern. "Do you always ask me the same questions you ask him?"

    "It depends on whether or not I get an answer."

    Daemon clamped his teeth together in order to keep a wonderfully pithy response from escaping. "I see," he said in a strangled voice. He started walking again.

    Jaenelle skipped ahead to examine some leaves. "Sometimes I ask lots of people the same question."

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