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  • Queen of the Darkness(Black Jewels,Book 3)(96) by Anne Bishop
  • Apainful silence. Then Witch said coldly, *I am what I am.*

    *And whatever that is, it didn't come from my daughter. It didn't come from me.*

    *Your dreams—*

    *NO! THERE IS NO PART OF ME IN YOU!*

    Another long silence. Beyond the wall of rocks, it sounded like a fierce storm was gathering.

    *Have you anything else to say?* Witch asked quietly.

    *I will never have anything to say toyou,* Alexandra replied.

    *Very well.*

    The rock walls vanished. The power in the abyss rushed in to fill the empty space—and tried to fill the vessel inside that space.

    Alexandra felt that rushing flood of power start to crush her, then felt another source of dark power balance and control that flood, to keep her mind from shattering. Something inside her snapped and, for a fleeting second, she felt intense pain and agonizing grief.

    And then she felt nothing at all.

    Alexandra woke slowly. She was lying in a bed, covered up and comfortably warm, but it only took a moment for her to realize something was wrong. Her head had an odd stuffed-with-wool feeling, and her body ached as if she had a fever.

    She opened her eyes, saw Saetan sitting in a chair near the bed, and said hoarsely, "I don't want you."

    "I don't want you either," he replied dryly as he reached for a mug sitting on the bedside table. "Here. This will help clear your head."

    With a grunt, she propped herself up on one elbow—and saw her Opal Jewels, the pendant and ring, lying on the table. They were empty, completely drained of the reservoir of stored power.

    Instinctively, desperately, she turned inward, reaching for the depth of her Opal strength. She couldn't even reach the depth of the White. She was sealed off from the abyss, and her mind felt as if it had been encased in stone.

    "You still have basic Craft," Saetan said quietly.

    Alexandra stared at him in horror. "Basic Craft?"

    "Yes."

    She continued to stare as she remembered that crushing flood of power and the fleeting moment of pain. "She broke me," Alexandra whispered. "That bitchbroke me."

    "Take care what you say about my Queen," Saetan snarled.

    "What are you going to do?" she snapped. "Rip my tongue out?"

    He didn't have to answer. She saw it in his eyes.

    "Drink this," he said too quietly as he handed her the mug.

    Not daring to do otherwise, she drank the brew and handed the mug back to him.

    "I'm not even a witch anymore," she said as tears filled her eyes.

    "A witch is still a witch, even if she's broken and can no longer wear the Jewels. A Queen is still a Queen."

    Alexandra laughed bitterly. "Oh, that's so easy to say, isn't it? What kind of Queen can I be? Do you really think I can hold a court around me?"

    "Other Queens have. Psychic strength is only one factor that attracts strong males and entices them to serve. You don't need that kind of strength if you have the use of theirs."

    "And do you think I can hold on to a strong-enough court to remain the Queen of Chaillot?"

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