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  • Heir to the Shadows(Black Jewels,Book 2)(10) by Anne Bishop
  • "She's not dead!" Daemon roared.

    There was a shout nearby, followed by the sound of running feet.

    Daemon raised his right hand. The Black Jewel flashed. Outside the stables where the slaves were quartered, someone let out an agonized shriek. And then there was silence.

    Knowing it wouldn't take that long for the guards to find enough courage to enter the stables, Lucivar bared his teeth and pushed to find a crippling weak spot. "Did you just throw her down and take her? Or did you seduce her, lie to her, tell her you loved her?"

    "Ido love her." Daemon's eyes held a shadow of doubt, a hint of fear. "I had to lie. She wouldn't listen to me. I had to lie."

    "And then you seduced her to get close enough for the kill."

    Daemon exploded into motion. He paced the small cell, fiercely shaking his head. "No," he said through gritted teeth. "No, no,no!" He spun around, grabbed Lucivar's shoulders, and shoved him against the wall. "Who told you she was dead?who?"

    Lucivar snapped his arms up, breaking Daemon's grip. "Dorothea."

    Pain flashed over Daemon's face. He stepped back. "Since when do you listen to Dorothea?" he asked bitterly. "Since when do you believe that lying bitch?"

    "I don't."

    "Then why—"

    "Words lie. Blood doesn't." Lucivar waited for Daemon to absorb the implication. "You left the sheet, Bastard," he said savagely. "All that blood. All that pain."

    "Stop," Daemon whispered, his voice shaking. "Lucivar, please. You don't understand. She was already hurt, already in pain, and I—"

    "Seduced her, lied to her, raped a twelve-year-old girl."


    "Did you enjoy it, Bastard?"

    "I didn't—"

    "Did you enjoy touching her?"

    "Lucivar, please—"

    "did you?"


    With a howl of rage, Lucivar threw himself at Daemon with enough force to snap the chains—but not fast enough. He crashed to the floor, scraping the skin from his palms and knees. It took a minute for him to get his breath back. It took another minute for him to understand why he was shivering. He stared at the thick layer of ice that covered the cell's stone walls. Then he slowly got to his feet, swaying on shaking legs, feeling a bitterness so deep it lacerated his soul.

    Daemon stood nearby, his hands in his trouser pockets, his face an expressionless mask, his golden eyes slightly glazed and sleepy.

    "I hate you," Lucivar whispered hoarsely.

    "At the moment,brother, the feeling is very mutual," Daemon said too calmly, too gently. "I'm going to find her, Lucivar. I'm going to find her just to prove she isn't dead. And after I find her, I'm going to come back and tear out your lying tongue."

    Daemon disappeared. The front of the cell exploded.

    Lucivar dropped to the floor, his wings tight to his body, his arms protecting his head while pebbles and sand rained down on him.

    There were more shouts now. More running feet.

    Lucivar sprang to his feet as the guards poured through the opening. He bared his teeth and snarled, his gold eyes shining with rage. The guards took one look at him and backed out of the cell. For the rest of the night, they blocked the opening but didn't try to enter.

    Lucivar watched them, his breath whistling through clenched teeth.

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