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  • Shalador's Lady(Black Jewels,Book 8)(138) by Anne Bishop
  • “Gray . . .”

    “It’s not fair! After all the work Cassie has done, all the good she’s done, and he thinks he can snap his fingers and everyone will drop to their knees and lick Kermilla’s ass.”

    “Gray . . .”

    “Well, I’m not licking anyone’s ass, not again, and he isnot going to break Cassie’s court. So you—”


    Gray drew in one deep breath after another, as if he’d been running hard. His hands were clenched, and there was a wild look in his eyes. “My name is Jared Blaed.”

    “And my name is Saetan. I suggest you remember that.”

    A month ago, he would have been more lenient with the boy. But Jaenelle’s remark that Gray could have been Second Circle changed things. A Warlord Prince who had the personality and strength to stand in the Second Circle of the Dark Court at Ebon Askavi was a dangerous man. Not just because of the Jewels he wore but because of thekind of man he was inside. So Gray was going to be held to some very strict standards from now on.

    “If I become Cassie’s Consort when Theran leaves, then her court won’t break,” Gray said.

    Two Queens. Two courts in a fight for the same Territory.

    If the fight remained between the courts, a few good men would die—and possibly the vanquished Queen as well. If the fight escalated beyond the courts . . . it would be war.

    “This is what is going to happen today,” Saetan said. “You’re coming back with me to the Keep in Kaeleer. I’ll ask Daemon and Lucivar to join us. Then we’ll discuss your concerns and your request for training.”

    Gray opened his mouth, and if he said what the look in his eyes indicated, Saetan wouldn’t hesitate to toss him out of the Keep with the firm understanding that he wouldn’t be allowed back in until he’d learned some manners.

    Apparently Gray had already learned some manners because he reined in his temper and said, “Thank you, sir. That would be appreciated.”

    “Fine. Since I was about to retire and get some rest, I’m going to do that until Daemon and Lucivar arrive. And what will you be doing?”

    A long pause while Gray eyed him warily. “I’m going to be making mulch?”

    Saetan’s smile had a razor’s edge. “I’m delighted we understand one another.”

    “Yes, sir. I’m delighted too.”

    Hardly,Saetan thought as he led Gray to the Gate and opened it to the Keep in Kaeleer.

    After leaving Gray in a courtyard with an empty barrel and enough wood to keep the boy occupied for the rest of the day if need be, he sent a thought on a Black psychic spear thread. *Daemon.*

    *Father?* Instant concern.

    *Gray is here. I need you and Lucivar at the Keep as soon as you can get here.*

    *Is Gray all right?*

    Saetan snorted softly. *Prince Jared Blaed is pissed off and doing just fine.*

    A thoughtful assessment he could feel through the psychic thread.

    *Are you going to get some rest before we arrive?* Daemon asked.


    Amusement filled the thread. *So what do you have him doing with his time? Chopping wood or making mulch?*

    *Since Lucivar has been working through a lot of temper lately by chopping wood, there’s already enough stacked to supply his eyrie, the Keep, and The Tavern for the next year or so.*

    *Ah. So Gray is making mulch.*

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