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  • Shalador's Lady(Black Jewels,Book 8)(35) by Anne Bishop
  • He raised her hand to his lips andkissed it. Not lips held a breath away from skin, but a real kiss.

    “Why are you distressed?” he asked.

    “Well, Cassidy and I had a little disagreement, and she ordered me to leave.”

    He stiffened. “Leave?”

    Maybe she had an ally in this place after all. She gave him a wobbly smile. “As in, ‘Get out of my house.’ ”

    A weird, chilling heat filled his eyes. “It’s not her house. She has no right to toss you out as if you were a landen.”

    “But . . . doesn’t she live here?”

    “This is my family home. I offered its use for the Queen’s residence, but this is stillmy house, not hers. And if Lady Cassidy has forgotten her manners, I have not. I would be honored if you would bemy guest for as long as you want to stay.”

    “Oh, that is most kind of you, Prince Grayhaven. Or may I be so bold as to call you Theran?”

    His smile made her feel wonderful.

    “I would be honored to be addressed as a friend.”

    She vanished the handkerchief, then slipped her arm through his. “In that case, perhaps you would indulge me by showing me around and telling me about the history of this place and your family.” Men usually liked talking about such things.

    He searched her face, but she had no idea what he searched for—or if he found it.

    “Do you really want to know?” he finally asked.

    No, but she could see it mattered to him. “Yes, I really want to know.”

    “It would be a pleasure, Lady.”

    He sounded like he meant it, and wasn’t that the loveliest thing of all?

    Gray yanked out weeds with controlled savagery. A few days gone at this time of year and the weeds crept in. Had to be vigilant. Always vigilant. Or the weeds crept in.

    Snarling, he twisted around and threw the weeding claw as hard as he could.

    Ranon shouted and swore as the claw hit the shield he threw around himself.

    “Hell’s fire, Gray! What’s the matter with you?” Ranon roared. “No one shields on the home ground. You threw that damn thing hard enough to hook into someone’s gut.”

    Gray rose to his feet and waited for Ranon to get within reach. “Maybe everyone better start shielding, home ground or not.”

    Ranon stopped. Stared. Looked at the mansion—and swore. “You feel it too.”

    “Wouldn’t turn my back on her,” Gray said.

    “Yeah.” Ranon stared at the flower bed. “Got no proof she’s a bitch, except the snotty way she spoke to Cassidy. Got no proof she’s done any harm to her people. But I wouldn’t trust her with anyone I cared about. She’s . . . off. Not twisted, not evil like the Queens who had ruled here before the witch storm swept them away. But something isn’t right.”

    “Vae says Kermilla smells bad. Not her body, her psychic scent.”


    Gray looked toward the mansion—and went rigid. “What in the name of Hell is Theran doing? I thought she was supposed to leave.”

    But there was Kermilla, walking arm in arm with Theran, who had the balls to point to the place where the dead honey pear tree had stood for so long—until Cassie had started unlocking the spells that revealed the treasure hidden within Grayhaven.

    A treasure that included thirteen honey pears that had survived centuries and were now the seedlings that would be the start of new orchards.

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire