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  • Queen of the Darkness(Black Jewels,Book 3)(60) by Anne Bishop
  • She leaned against the wall and smiled at him. She felt enormously pleased when he took a couple of steps back and watched her warily.

    Lucivar sniffed the flask, took a small sip, and said, "Shit."

    "That would be a rude thing to do in the corridor."

    He swore softly while he capped the flask and vanished it, but it sounded more like laughter. "Come on, little witch. Let's get you settled somewhere while you can still walk."

    She walked toward him to prove that she could, but the floor suddenly got lumpy, and she tripped and fell against him.

    "I am very brave," she told him, leaning against his chest.

    "You are very drunk."

    "Mmmm not." Then she remembered the important thing she had to do. The most important thing. "I want to see my sister." She smacked her hand as hard as she could against the surface she was leaning on to emphasize her point. She looked at her stinging hand. "It hurts."

    "We'll have matching bruises," Lucivar said dryly.

    "Okay."

    Muttering, he steered her through the corridors.

    She felt so wonderful, she wanted to sing, but all the songs she knew seemed so ... polite. "Do you know any naughty songs?"

    "Mother Night," he muttered.

    "Don't know that one. How does it go?"

    "This way," he said, steering her around a corner.

    She got away from him and ran down the corridor, flapping her arms. "I can flyyyyy."

    When he caught her again, he wrapped one arm around her waist, knocked once on the door in front of them, and hauled her inside.

    "Cat!"

    Tears filled Wilhelmina's eyes when Jaenelle walked out of the adjoining room. The warm smile of greeting was all she needed to see.

    Slipping out of Lucivar's grip, she stumbled a couple of steps and hugged Jaenelle.

    "I've missed you," Wilhelmina said, laughing while tears ran down her face. "I've missed you so much. I'm sorry I wasn't braver. You were my little sister, and I should have looked after you. But you were the one who always looked after me." She leaned back, holding Jaenelle's shoulders for balance. "You're so pretty."

    "And you're drunk." Those sapphire eyes stared at Lucivar. "What did you do to her?"

    "Her nerves were so strained after meeting your relatives, I was afraid she'd break. So I asked Khary for the strongest brew he had in a flask because I figured she wouldn't take more than a sip." Lucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask—and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created."

    Jaenelle's eyes widened. "You let her drink a 'gravedigger'?"

    "No no no," Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. "You shouldn't ever drink a gravedigger until he's had a bath." She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her.

    "Mother Night," Lucivar muttered.

    "Do you know that song?" Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.

    "What did you have for breakfast?" Jaenelle demanded.

    "Water. I was too nervous to eat. But I'm not nervous anymore. I am very brave and fierce."

    Lucivar wrapped one hand around her arm. "Why don't you sit on the couch now?"

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