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  • Heir to the Shadows(Black Jewels,Book 2)(28) by Anne Bishop
  • His eyes filled with tears. "Witch-child," he whispered hoarsely.

    He gasped when she moved her hand slightly.

    She stared at his chest and frowned. "Oh." She slowly uncurled her fingers and withdrew her hand.

    He expected her hand to be bloody, but it was clean. A quick internal check told him he would feel bruised for a few days, but she hadn't done any damage. He leaned forward until his forehead rested against hers.

    "Witch-child," he whispered.

    "Saetan? Are you crying?"

    "Yes. No. I don't know."

    "You should lie down. You feel kind of peaky."

    Shifting his body until it was beside hers exhausted him. When she turned and snuggled against him, he wrapped his arms around her and held on. "I tried to reach you, witch-child," he murmured as he rested his cheek against her head.

    "I know," she said sleepily. "I heard you sometimes, but I had to find all the pieces so I could put the crystal chalice back together."

    "Did you put it back together?" he asked, hardly daring to breathe.

    Jaenelle nodded. "Some of the pieces are cloudy and don't fit quite right yet." She paused. "Saetan? What happened?"

    Dread filled him, and he didn't have the courage to answer that question honestly. What would she do if he told her what had happened? If she severed the link with her body and fled into the abyss again, he wasn't sure he would ever be able to convince her to return.

    "You were hurt, sweetheart." His arms tightened around her. "But you're going to be fine. I'll help you. Nothing can hurt you, witch-child. You have to remember that. You're safe here."

    Jaenelle frowned. "Where is here?"

    "We're at the Keep. In Kaeleer."

    "Oh." Her eyelids fluttered and closed.

    Saetan squeezed her shoulder. Then he shook her. "Jaenelle? Jaenelle, no! Don't leave me. Please don't leave."

    With effort, Jaenelle opened her eyes. "Leave? Oh, Saetan, I'm so tired. Do I really have to leave?"

    He had to get control of himself. He had to stay calm so that she would feel safe. "You can stay here as long as you want."

    "You'll stay, too?"

    "I'll never leave you, witch-child. I swear it."

    Jaenelle sighed. "You should get some sleep," she murmured.

    Saetan listened to her deep, even breathing for a long time. He wanted to open his mind and reach for her, but he didn't need to. He could feel the difference in the body he still held.

    So he reached out to Andulvar instead. "She's come back."

    A long silence. "Truly?"

    "Truly." And he would need his strength for the days ahead. "Tell the others. And tell Draca I'll take the cup of fresh blood now."

    5 / Kaeleer

    Guided by instinct and a nagging uneasiness, Saetan entered Jaenelle's bedroom at the Keep without knocking.

    She stood in front of a large, freestanding mirror, staring at the naked body reflected there.

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire