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  • Queen of the Darkness(Black Jewels,Book 3)(169) by Anne Bishop
  • "Do you remember the shack we stopped at when we got to Hayll?"

    "Yes." Of course she remembered it. It was a couple of miles away from the camp. That was where Daemon had changed into the Sadist. One minute he had been carefully explaining about the sentries and the perimeter stakes that would alert the guards, and the next thing she knew, she was tied up and he was purring threats about how she should have stayed under Falonar and stayed out of his way. He had scared her, badly. And the fact that he had made her furious now. "You could have told me, you son of a bitch."

    He looked up. "Would you have been as convincing?"

    She bristled, insulted. "You're damn right I would have been."

    "Well, we're going to have a chance to find out. You said you wanted to help, Surreal. That you were willing to be a diversion."

    Shehad said that, but she'd thought she would have knownwhen she was being a diversion. "So?"

    "So now you will be." He approached her, held up a small gold hoop. "Listen carefully. This will produce the illusion that you're broken." He slipped the hoop through one of the links of the necklace that held her Gray Jewel. "No one will be able to detect that you're still wearing the Gray unless you use it. If youdo need to use it, then don't hesitate. I'll figure out some way to deal with things here."

    "The High Lord will know I'm not broken."

    Daemon shook his head as he turned back to search for something else in the box. "You'd have to wear Jewels darker than the Black to be able to detect that spell."

    Darker than theBlack? Sadi couldn't make a spell like that. Which meant...

    Mother Night.

    "This"—Daemon held up a tiny crystal vial before attaching it to the necklace—"will convince anyone who thinks to check that you're not only fertile but you're now pregnant. A Healer would be able to tell within twenty-four hours," he added, answering her unspoken question.

    Lifting the necklace, Surreal studied the vial. "You asked Jaenelle to create an illusion that I was pregnant with your child?"

    She saw his face tighten.

    Yes, he had asked Jaenelle. And it had hurt him to ask.

    Looking to change the subject, she pointed to the balls of clay. "What are those?"

    "The raw spells to create shadows."

    Shadows. Illusions that could be made to fool someone into believing the person in front of them was real.

    "Marian and Daemonar," she said weakly, staring at the two empty nests of paper.

    "Yes," he replied sharply.

    She hissed at him. "You didn't trust me, awhore, to put on a good show, but you figuredLucivar would be convin—" Her voice trailed away. "He doesn't know, does he?"

    "No," Daemon said quietly, "he doesn't know."

    Her legs weakened so abruptly, she sat on the floor. "Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful."

    "I know." Daemon hesitated. "I'm buying time, Surreal. I have got to buy enough time and still get everyone out of here. In order to make Dorothea and Hekatah believe Marian and Daemonar were dead, Lucivar had to believe it."

    "Mother Night." Surreal rested her forehead on her knees. "What's worth paying a price like this?"

    "My Queen needs the time in order to save Kaeleer."

    "Oh, shit, Sadi." She looked up at him. "Tell me something. Even though you knew it was an illusion, how did you keep your stomach down afterward?"

    He swallowed hard. "I didn't."

    "You're mad," she muttered as she climbed to her feet.

    "I serve," he said sharply.

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