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  • Heir to the Shadows(Black Jewels,Book 2)(63) by Anne Bishop
  • The daughter was a very satisfying surprise. She hadn't realized Saetan had adopted his little darling, but there wasn't a drop of Hayllian blood in the girl—and there was certainly none of his. Immature and lacking in social skills, Luthvian decided as she watched the brief greetings at the door. So what had possessed Saetan to give the girl his protection and care?

    Then the girl turned toward Luthvian and smiled shyly, but the smile didn't reach those sapphire eyes. And there was no shyness in those eyes. They were filled with wariness and suppressed anger.

    "Lady Luthvian," Saetan said as he approached her, "this is my daughter, Jaenelle Angelline."

    "Sister," Jaenelle said, extending both hands in formal greeting.

    Luthvian didn't like this assumption of equality, but she'd straighten that out privately, away from Saetan's protective presence. For now she returned the greeting and turned to Saetan. "Make yourself comfortable, High Lord." She tipped her chin toward the parlor.

    "Perhaps you'd like a cup of tea, High Lord?" Roxie said, brushing against Saetan as she passed.

    This wasn't the time or place to correct the ninny's ideas about Guardians, especiallythis Guardian, but it did surprise her when Saetan thanked Roxie for the offer and retreated into the parlor.

    "You know," Roxie said, eyeing Jaenelle and smiling too brightly, "no one would ever believe you're the High Lord's daughter."

    "Get the tea, Roxie," Luthvian snapped.

    The girl flounced down the hall to the kitchen.

    Jaenelle stared at the empty hallway. "Look beneath the skin," she whispered in a midnight voice.

    Luthvian shivered. Even then she might have dismissed that sudden change in Jaenelle's voice as girlish theatrics if Saetan hadn't appeared at the parlor door, silently questioning and very tense.

    Jaenelle smiled at him and shrugged.

    Luthvian led her new pupil to her own workroom since Saetan had insisted the lessons be private. Maybe later, if the girl could catch up, she could do some of the lessons with the rest of the students.

    "I understand we're to start with the very basics," Luthvian said, firmly closing the door.

    "Yes," Jaenelle replied ruefully, fluffing her shoulder-

    length hair. She wrinkled her nose and smiled. "Papa has managed to teach me a few things, but I still have trouble with basic Craft."

    Was the girl simpleminded or just totally lacking hi ability?

    Luthvian glanced at Jaenelle's neck, trying to detect a recent healing or a faint shadow of a bruise. If the girl was just fresh fodder, why bother training her at all? No, that made no sense, not ifhe was going to instruct Jaenelle in the Hourglass's Craft. Something was missing, something she didn't understand yet.

    "Let's start with moving an object." Luthvian placed a red wooden ball on her empty worktable. "Point your finger at the ball."

    Jaenelle groaned but obeyed.

    Luthvian ignored the groan. Apparently Jaenelle was as much of a ninny as the rest of her students. "Imagine a stiff, thin thread coming out of your fingertip and attaching itself to the ball." Luthvian waited a moment. "Now imagine your strength running through the thread until it just touches the ball. Now imagine reeling in the thread so that the ball moves toward you."

    The ball didn't move. The worktable, however, did. And the built-in cupboards that filled the workroom's back wall tried to.

    "Stop!" Luthvian shouted.

    Jaenelle stopped. She sighed.

    Luthvian stared. If it had just been the worktable, she might have dismissed it as an attempt to show off. But the cupboards?

    Luthvian called in four wooden blocks and four more wooden balls. Placing them on the worktable, she said, "Why don't you work by yourself for a minute. Concentrate onlightly making the connection between yourself and the object you're trying to move. I need to look in on the other students, then I'll be back."

    Jaenelle obediently turned her attention to the blocks and balls.

    Luthvian left the workroom in a hurry, her hands and teeth clenched. There was only one person she wanted to look in on, and he'd damn well better have some answers.

    She felt the chill in the front hallway before she heard the giggle.

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