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  • Dreams Made Flesh(Black Jewels,Book 5)(152) by Anne Bishop
  • *Then I'll take care of my business, and you take care of yours. I'll be back in Amdarh late tonight.*

    Taking a last sip of coffee, Daemon left the dining room. Since Surreal didn't need his help, he'd take care of the next errand.

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    After he and Saetan had settled in comfortable chairs in one of the Keep's smaller sitting rooms, Daemon got to the point.

    "I have business to take care of in Amdarh. Until it's done, I would appreciate it if you would stay at the Hall…at least for part of the time."

    "To protect Jaenelle?" Saetan asked softly.

    Daemon nodded.

    "What about Lucivar?"

    "He'll be there. So will Kaelas and Ladvarian. But…"

    "But?"

    Daemon looked into his father's golden eyes. "But they aren't you."

    Saetan inclined his head. "Understood."

    No questions about his business, no comment about why an Arcerian cat and an Eyrien Warlord Prince wouldn't be sufficient protection. There was no need. He was, after all, his father's mirror.

    "Anything else?"

    Daemon hesitated. Who else could he ask? "I…There was something I wanted to say to Jaenelle… in the Old Tongue. But it didn't come out as I intended."

    Saetan raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

    Daemon hesitated, then said the words.

    " 'I eat cow brains'?" Saetan burst out laughing.

    Since there was nothing else he could do, he sat back to wait out his father's amusement. So he waited. And waited. And waited.

    Finally, he sighed. It could have been worse. There could have been witnesses. No matter what else was said about him, he didnot want to be known as the man who had reduced the High Lord of Hell to giggles.

    "I'm sorry," Saetan gasped. Calling in a handkerchief, he wiped his eyes. "I can imagine the response to that."

    "I'm sure you can," Daemon said dryly.

    With effort, Saetan regained his composure. "So, what were you trying to say?"

    Daemon took a deep breath, let it out slowly…and told him.

    Great. Wonderful. He'd not only made the High Lord giggle, he'd made the man blush.

    "I see." Saetan cleared his throat. "I'm… not sure thatcan be said in the Old Tongue. Let me think about it and see if I can come up with something that would let Jaenelle know she…"

    "Is everything," Daemon finished quietly. "She is everything."

    Saetan smiled. "Yes. She is everything."

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