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  • Queen of the Darkness(Black Jewels,Book 3)(54) by Anne Bishop
  • The Consort's ring was a heavy weight on his finger, but, because of it, he could ask for one thing he desperately needed.

    "May I hold you for a minute?"

    He tried to tell himself that her hesitation came from surprise and not wariness, but he didn't believe it. That didn't stop him from closing his arms around her when she walked up to him. That didn't stop the tears from stinging his eyes when her arms cautiously circled his waist and she rested her head on his shoulder.

    "You're taller than I remember," he said, brushing his cheek against her hair.

    "I should hope so."

    Her voice sounded a bit tart, but he could hear the smile in it.

    Oh, how his hands wanted to caress and explore, but he was afraid she would pull away from him, so he kept them still. She was alive, and he was with her. That's all that mattered.

    He could have stayed that way for the rest of the night, just holding her, feeling the easy rise and fall of her breathing, but after a few minutes she drew away from him.

    "Come on, Daemon," she said, holding out her hand. "You need to get some rest, and my orders were to herd you back to your room so that you'd get some sleep before daylight."

    His temper sharpened instantly. "Who would dare giveyou orders?" he snarled.

    She gave him a look full of exasperated amusement. "Guess."

    He almost said "Saetan," and then thought about it. "Lucivar," he said grimly.

    "Lucivar," Jaenelle agreed as she took his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. "And trust me, boyo, having Lucivar haul you out of bed because you weren't on the practice field when he told you to be is not an experience you want to have."

    "What's he going to do? Pour a bucket of water over me?" Daemon said as they reached the corridor and headed toward their suites.

    "No, because soaking the bed would get Helene mad at him. But he wouldn't hesitate to shove you under a cold shower."

    "He hasn't—"

    She just looked at him.

    His opinion was blunt and explicit. "Why do you put up with that?"

    "He's bigger than me," she grumbled.

    "Someone should remind him that he serves you."

    Jaenelle laughed so hard she staggered into him. "He reminds me of that himself whenever it suits him. And when it doesn't, I end up dealing with my big brother. Either way, most of the time it's easier just to go along with him."

    They had reached the door to Jaenelle's suite. He reluctantly let go of her hand.

    "He hasn't changed at all, has he?" Daemon said, feeling a stab of anxiety as he remembered how volatile Lucivar had always been in a court.

    When he looked at Jaenelle, there was an odd light inher eyes. "No," she said in her midnight voice, "he hasn’t changed at all. But then, he, too, understands what that statue represents."

    Chapter Four

    1 / Kaeleer

    "Tell me again why I had to miss breakfast," Daemon said, breathing heavily as he wiped his sweaty face and neck with a towel.

    "Because no one wants to dance around in it if you miss a block and get hit in the belly," Lucivar replied, sipping his coffee while he watched Palanar and Tamnar go through a warmup routine with the sticks. "And we're getting an earlier start this morning because I want the males finished before the women get here for their first lesson."

    Daemon took a sip of Lucivar's coffee, then handed the mug back. "You're really going to teach the women how to use the sticks?"

    "By the time I'm done with them, they'll be able to handle sticks, bow, and knife."

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