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  • Dreams Made Flesh(Black Jewels,Book 5)(146) by Anne Bishop
  • "Th-that's what you said. 'I eat cow brains.' " She collapsed against him, howling with laughter.

    That was so far removed from what he'd intended to say it was embarrassing…and he could imagine how much worse it would have been if he'd whispered those words in the middle of hot lovemaking. "That wasn't… It wasn't what I thought I said." Feeling his face heat, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her face against his chest to muffle her laughter.

    "Oh, g-good." She gulped air and made an effort to regain some control. "What did you mean to say?"

    Oh, no. He wasn't about to embarrass himselfthat much. "Never mind." He paused. "So what did you say to me?"

    "Oh. Well."

    "Come on, fair is fair." He tugged on her hair. "What did you say?"

    "I said you had the feet of a pig and smelled like a goat." She burst into laughter again.

    Daemon sighed. "Well, we certainly descended fast enough to barnyard mudslinging, didn't we?"

    "We did. Oh, we did."

    Her laughter broke his temper better than anything else could have. "Let's get out of here."

    She gulped and wiped the tears from her face. "I'm not sure I can."

    He picked her up. "Just keep your face turned away. I'll get us to the carriage."

    "Are you going to look all snarly and fierce?" she asked, fighting against another burst of laughter.

    He rolled his eyes. "I'll do my best." And if he didn't get them away from here in a hurry, they were both going to be rolling on the floor, laughing like fools.

    After contacting the carriage driver they'd hired for the evening, he strode out of the conservatory…and almost ran into Surreal. The look in her eyes told him she was primed for a fight. She couldn't take him, but he respected her as an adversary…and she'd fight him until he killed her if she thought Jaenelle needed the protection.

    "I'm taking her home," Daemon said. "She's hysterical."

    "I am," Jaenelle bubbled. "I really am." She turned her head to look at Surreal.

    "Yeeesss, I can see that," Surreal said, narrowing her gold-green eyes.

    Because he didn't want Surreal to worry about Jaenelle, he shifted his bundle of witch, drawing her attention to his hands. Then he dropped the sight shield around his wedding ring for a moment.

    Brushing past Surreal, he said, "I'll send the carriage back for you and Lucivar."

    "You do that," Surreal muttered.

    No one else tried to stop him, no one else even dared speak to him as he walked out of the house and settled his Lady in the carriage. Jaenelle might find his fierce and snarly look amusing, but the rest of the Blood at the party finally began to realize he was a male they should fear. And very soon, they would understand why.

    Surreal stood just inside the conservatory, wanting a few moments alone to ponder.

    Had she really seen what she thought she'd seen? Sadi… wearing awedding ring? He and Jaenelle.Married?

    "Surreal?" Lucivar stepped into the conservatory.

    "He took her home. She was hysterical."

    Grim worry filled Lucivar's eyes. "Hysterical?"

    "She was laughing so hard, I don't know what else to call it."

    The grimness faded but the worry remained.

    Wanting to ease the worry, she said, "So what did Jaenelle say that made you snort wine out your nose?"

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