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  • Shalador's Lady(Black Jewels,Book 8)(180) by Anne Bishop
  • “What did you do to upset Marian?”

    “I was being considerate. Don’t women want men to be considerate?” Lucivar looked like a puppy who had gotten smacked and had no idea what he’d done wrong.

    It took a formidable amount of self-control to convey nothing but calm interest, but he did it. “Of course they do, but wives also expect to have sex with their husbands on occasion.” After waiting a beat, he added, “I take it you and Marian have resumed making love.”

    “I don’t think there was any love in this particular bite,” Lucivar growled. “But, yeah, we had sex.”

    “In that case, my darling, why are you here?”

    This time Lucivar didn’t try to hide the wince. “The village theater group is putting on a play tonight. It’s a comedy. With singing. More or less.”

    Saetan waited. “Are you asking me to watch Daemonar this evening or accompany Marian to the play?”

    Lucivar gave him a pained look.

    Everything has a price, boyo.“What time should I come over to watch the boy?” Saetan tipped his head to indicate the clock on the mantel.

    Lucivar looked at the clock and sighed. “Now?”

    Saetan headed for the closest courtyard that had a landing web. “You are planning to get cleaned up, aren’t you?” It wasn’t really a question.

    “If I can have the damn bathroom to myself, it doesn’t take me more than five minutes,” Lucivar muttered.

    If she really wants to see this play, she’s going to clobber him,Saetan thought. “Go. Tell Marian I’ll be there by the time you’re ready to leave. And Lucivar? If you’re smart, you’re going to give your Lady more than just sex tonight.”

    Lucivar went out the first available exit and launched himself skyward.

    Saetan sent out a light psychic thread to the woman he considered the perfect match for his volatile son. *Marian?*

    *Uncle Saetan?* Surprise turned to concern. *Lucivar was supposed to see you.*

    *He did. He’ll be home in a minute. I apologize for the delay, but a meeting with two Warlord Princes from Dena Nehele had to take priority.*

    *And he didn’t contact me because he wanted to wiggle out of going to the play tonight?*

    Probably, but not consciously. Lucivar would rather crawl over broken glass than see a comedic play that included singing, but he wouldn’t shrug off an event Marian wanted to attend.

    *I’ll be over in a few minutes to watch Daemonar. Lucivar swears he can get cleaned up and be ready to leave for you to get to the play on time.*

    *So I should be understanding when he comes roaring in?*

    Hearing the amusement—and the love—in the words, Saetan smiled. *Darling, make him work for it. It won’t hurt him.*

    Her laughter filled the link between them before she broke the thread—no doubt to deal with the husband who had just come thundering home.

    Smiling, Saetan shook his head. “She used to be a gentle hearth witch before she had to deal with all of us.” He felt the leash slip on his self-control and heard a peculiar sound come from behind his clenched teeth.

    Imagining how well Marian would deal with Lucivar, Saetan leaned against a wall, let go of self-control, and laughed himself silly.

    CHAPTER 40

    TERREILLE

    Three copies of a document that would break a land that had survived cruelty she couldn’t imagine, even when she heard some of the stories about Dena Nehele’s past. Three copies of a document that would change all of their lives.

    And change nothing that matters the most,Cassidy thought as she carefully pressed her seal into the wax on the third copy—and heard the whole First Circle release the breath they’d been holding while she took this last step.

    As soon as she sat back, Powell pulled the copy away and positioned it in the center of the big table, along with the other two copies.

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