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  • Shalador's Lady(Black Jewels,Book 8)(127) by Anne Bishop
  • Which made this particular meeting even more interesting.

    “What Circle?” Khary finally asked.

    “Second,” Jaenelle replied.

    Meaning, if the Dark Court still officially existed, Ranon would have been accepted into the Second Circle. Not as intimate a companion as someone in the First Circle, but those who served in the Second were still close enough—and trusted enough—for confidential assignments and direct service to the Queen.

    “And Gray?” Daemon asked.

    “Second Circle,” she said.

    Anger still smeared the room, but it no longer had heat or teeth.

    “So that’s it then,” Aaron said.

    “Not quite. I received this letter from Cassidy a couple of days ago, before the attempted abduction,” Jaenelle said. She called in another letter and handed it to Khary.

    By the time Khary got halfway through the first page, his mouth was hanging open. “Payment for work?They’re getting paid to herd sheep? ”

    “Three coppers a day,” Jaenelle said cheerfully. “Wynne and Duffy are also maintaining the spells on the cold boxes and hot water tanks for the landen community and get three coppers a week for each household.”

    Since Khary seemed frozen, Aaron snagged the second page. “Oh, Mother Night. Two of them are working in a children’s play area.”

    Sabrina snorted, then had to call in a handkerchief to blow her nose.

    Morghann twisted in her chair so she could read the other side of the page. “They call Lloyd and Kief the silver twins. And the boys are working in the stables. That’s good. They like horses.”

    “I guess I understand the Scelties wanting to learn about being paid for work, but what are they going to do with the money?” Daemon said. “Save up their coppers to buy their own little steading and a small flock of sheep?”

    Morghann and Jaenelle looked at Daemon. Just looked at him. And then they smiled.

    Lucivar caught Khary before he landed on the floor, and Saetan watched Daemon—his brilliant, lethal son—turn pale. Probably at the thought of someday having to negotiate a business deal with a Sceltie.

    *Coward,* Saetan said on a Black spear thread.

    Daemon gave him a sideways look.

    “It’s not that bizarre,” Jaenelle said. “Ladvarian and I own the little cottage and acreage where he trains other Scelties.”

    “What?” Khary yelped.

    “What?” Daemon whispered.

    Jaenelle looked at Khary. “I thought you knew that. Morghann, didn’t you know that?”

    “I did, yes,” Morghann replied. “But it seemed best not to mention that bit of paperwork.”

    Jaenelle patted Daemon’s thigh. “Ladvarian and I have owned that property since before you and I got married, so I never thought to mention it. Besides, having that place is so much better than having a dozen Scelties living with us whenever we’re in Maghre.”

    “Yes, that’s so much better.” Daemon looked a little woozy.

    “The relationship between Scelties and humans is too well established in Scelt,” Morghann said. “And not all Scelties want to change the relationship they already have with humans. But in a new land, there would be opportunities the Scelties couldn’t explore as easily here.”

    Everyone looked around the room without quite looking at one another.

    “Are we done?” Karla asked Jaenelle. “Because if we’re done, I’d like some help in figuring out how to turn a mauve cat back into a white cat.”

    “Draca is serving a late supper in about an hour,” Saetan said.

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