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  • Queen of the Darkness(Black Jewels,Book 3)(17) by Anne Bishop
  • "We all serve in the same court, Prince Sadi," Aaron said quietly. "We all serve in the Lady's First Circle."

    Then they walked away from him.

    They might as well have shouted it from the rooftops.She's alive!

    Joy and trepidation warred inside him, causing his heart to pound too hard, his blood to whip through his veins too fast.She's alive!

    But what did she think of him? What did shefeel for him?

    No answers. Not here. Not yet.

    With exaggerated care, Daemon walked over to Surreal. The moment he stopped moving, he swayed like a willow in a heavy wind.

    Surreal wrapped her arms around his left arm and planted her feet.

    "What's wrong?" she asked quietly, urgently. "Are you ill?"

    She, better than anyone, would be able to guess exactly what was wrong, but he wasn't about to admit it. Not now. "I've had almost no sleep and very little food in the past few days," he said.

    She narrowed her eyes but accepted the truth that was also a lie. "I can understand that. This place makes my skin crawl."

    Daemon tapped into the reservoir of power stored in his Black Jewel. It rushed through his body, and for the first time since he'd seen Lucivar, he felt steady.

    Surreal sensed the change in him. She loosened her grip, but still kept one arm companionably linked with his. "Why do you think the old Warlord doing the contracts looked so shocked when I said my family name was SaDiablo? Is that bitch Dorothea that well-known here?"

    "I don't know," Daemon said carefully. "But I have heard that the name of the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan is S. D. SaDiablo." This wasn't the time to tell her that the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan was also the High Lord of Hell—and his and Lucivar's father.

    "Shit," Surreal muttered. Then she shrugged. "Well, I'm not likely to meet him, and if someone asks, I can just say that wemight be distantly related. Very distantly."

    Remembering Khardeen's and Aaron's comments, Daemon made a sound that might have been a whimper.

    "You sure you're all right?" Surreal asked, studying him.

    "I'm fine." Just fine. More than fine. He would believe it, insist on it, until it was true. "Do me a favor. Ask Khardeen or Aaron if we're going to be traveling in the Web Coaches, and then contact Manny so that she and Jazen can meet us there."

    She didn't ask why he didn't do it himself, and he was grateful.

    Finally, the last Eyrien had signed the contract and moved away from the table. Lucivar, who hadn't moved or said anything since Lord Magstrom started filling out the contracts, called in a clean cloth, wiped the blood off his war blade, vanished both, and walked around the table to sign the contracts.

    Holding his bleeding wrist against his chest, Friall wiped his nose on his clean sleeve and said in a sulky voice, "You have to make copies. He can't take the contracts until you make copies."

    Lucivar slowly straightened up and turned toward Friall.

    A male voice swore softly.

    Giving Friall a sharp glance, Magstrom said hurriedly, "I'll give Prince Yaslana blank contracts. The Steward of the Court can make the copies and return them to the Dark Council for the clerks to record." When Friall seemed about to protest, and surely get himself killed, Magstrom added, "I've seen Lord Jorval do this a number of times. He explained that the Stewards could be trusted to make an accurate copy, and it was the only way to expedite getting the immigrants settled in their new homes."

    Calling in a thin leather case, Lucivar slipped the contracts inside and then vanished it. He nodded politely at Magstrom, turned to face the waiting immigrants, and snarled, "Let's go."

    Daemon turned smoothly as Lucivar approached him and matched the Eyrien's stride.

    They had walked like this before, side by side. Not often, because the Terreillean Blood, who were afraid of them individually, were terrified of them when they were together. Even the Ring of Obedience hadn't been enough to stop the destruction they had caused in Terreillean courts.

    As they headed for the Coaches that were designed to ride the Winds, Daemon wondered how long they could put off the unfinished business between them.

    It was almost full dark by the time they reached the two large, Ebon-gray shielded Coaches at the far end of the landing area.

    Lucivar dropped the Ebon-gray shields, opened the door of the first Coach, looked at Daemon, and said, "Get in."

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