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  • Dreams Made Flesh(Black Jewels,Book 5)(150) by Anne Bishop
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    *Daemon.*

    Daemon stirred, then snuggled closer to Jaenelle.

    *Come on, Bastard. Wake up.*

    Lucivar. Hell's fire. Just because the man was usually up before the sun didn't mean everyone wanted to be.

    But he got out of bed, pulled on a robe, and slipped into the hallway. "What is it?" he asked, his voice rough from sleep. Then he noticed that Lucivar looked furious and exhausted. That woke up all his fighting instincts. "What is it?"

    Lucivar raked his fingers through his hair. "Surreal is missing."

    The three of them sat at one end of the dining table, the remains of a small, hastily made breakfast in front of them.

    "If she was drugged, we'll find her as soon as she wakes," Jaenelle said after Lucivar related his search…and his failure to find Surreal.

    "If they didn't kill her," Lucivar snarled.

    "Then we'd better start looking."

    "No," Daemon said. He poured them all more coffee. "I want you to go back to the Hall."

    A feral anger that excited and chilled him came into Jaenelle's eyes.

    "She's my family, too," Jaenelle said in a voice that warned him he was close to crossing a line he might never be able to cross back over.

    He laid a hand over hers, needing her to understand. "I know she is, but they've already tried to hurt you, and if they're confident they're strong enough to take on a Gray-Jeweled witch, they aren't going to hesitate to go after you."

    "They?" Jaenelle asked too softly.

    "I know who's behind this. I'll take care of it."

    "Alone."

    "Yes. Alone. This began with an obsession with me, so it's mine to deal with. But I need to know you're safe. Ineed that, Jaenelle. Please."

    She stared at him a long time. Then she drew her hand away from his and pushed her chair back. "Very well, Prince. I'll go back to the Hall, and you do what you have to do. But once that's done, you and I will talk." She walked away from the table.

    "Jaenelle." He waited until she turned to face him. "This has nothing to do with the Jewels you wear."

    "If I still wore Ebony, would you ask me to go back to the Hall?"

    "Yes. Because this is mine to do."

    "We'll talk, Prince," she said after giving him a long, thoughtful look. Then she left the dining room.

    Lucivar winced. "She's never cheerful in the morning. You know that."

    "I know." He also knew that this "talk" would determine whether or not he still wore a wedding ring.

    Lucivar cleared his throat. "So. When were you going to tell me that you and Jaenelle were already married?"

    He suddenly felt awkward, and that surprised him. So he kept his eyes on his cup. "We just wanted to get married."

    "I understand that. The celebration coming is more for everyone else than the two of you." Lucivar paused. "But if you'd asked, I would have been there."

    "For Jaenelle," Daemon said.

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