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  • Heir to the Shadows(Black Jewels,Book 2)(155) by Anne Bishop
  • "I wear her Ring. Ican feel her, Mephis." Lucivar's voice shook. "She was ready to break the link rather than submit to being mounted."

    Mephis said nothing for a full minute. "Jaenelle has problems with physical intimacy. You know that."

    Lucivar slammed his fist into the door. "Damn you! Are you so blind or have your balls dried up so much you'll submit to anything rather than have someone bleat about the SaDiablo family misusing their power? Well, I'm not blind and there's nothing wrong with my balls. She's my

    Queen—mine!—and rules or not, Laws or not, Dark Council or not, if someone makes her suffer, I will pay them back in kind."

    They stared at each other, Lucivar breathing hard, Mephis unmoving.

    Finally, Mephis slumped against the door. "We can't go through this again, Lucivar. We can't go through the fear of losing her again."

    "Where is she?"

    "Father took her to the Keep)—with strict orders for the rest of the family to stay away."

    Lucivar pushed Mephis aside. "Well, we all know how well I follow orders, don't we?"

    3 / Kaeleer

    Saetan looked like a man who had barely survived a battlefield.

    Which wasn't far from the truth, Lucivar thought as he quietly closed the door of Jaenelle's sitting room at the Keep.

    "My instructions were explicit, Lucivar."

    The voice had no strength. The face looked gray and strained.

    Lucivar pointed casually to the Birthright Red Jewels Saetan wore. "You're not going to be able to toss me out wearing those."

    Saetan didn't call in the Black.

    Lucivar guessed, correctly, that getting Jaenelle to the Keep in her present physical and emotional condition had drained the Black.

    Saetan limped to a chair, swearing softly. He tried to lift a decanter of yarbarah from the side table. His hand shook violently.

    Crossing the room, Lucivar took the decanter, filled a glass, and warmed the blood wine. "Do you need fresh blood?" he asked quietly.

    Saetan stared at him coldly.

    Even after all these centuries, Luthvian's accusations were still deep wounds barely scabbed over. Guardians needed fresh blood from time to time to maintain their strength. At first, Lucivar had tried to understand Saetan's anger at being offered blood hot from the vein, tried not to feel insulted that the High Lord would accept that gift from anyone but him. Now he felt annoyed that someone else's words still hung between them. He wasn't a child. If the son willingly offered the gift, why couldn't the father graciously accept it?

    Saetan looked away. "Thank you, but no."

    Lucivar pressed the wineglass into Saetan's hand. "Drink this."

    "I want you away from here, Lucivar."

    Lucivar poured a large glass of brandy for himself, booted a footstool over to Saetan's chair, and sat down. "When I walk away from here, I'm taking her with me."

    "You can't," Saetan snapped. "She's . . ." He raked his fingers through his hair. "I don't think she's sane."

    "Not surprising since they dosed her withsafframate."

    Saetan glared at him. "Don't be an ass.Safframate doesn't do that to a person."

    "How would you know? You've never been dosed with it." Lucivar struggled to keep the bitterness out of his voice. This wasn't the time to worry old hurts.

    "I've usedsafframate."

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