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  • Tangled Webs(Black Jewels,Book 6)(117) by Anne Bishop
  • "I guess that settles that," Jaenelle told Daemon.

    "I guess it does," he replied, watching the boy’s face bloom from shy smile to complete delight.

    “Can I play with him while I’m here?” Yuli asked.

    Oh, boyo, just try not playing with him.“Yes, you can. He still has some trouble on the stairs, so why don’t you pick him up while I show you to your room.”

    "Up!" the puppy said. "Up!" When Yuli didn’t immediately respond, the puppy whined and looked at Jaenelle. "Boy has dead ears?"

    “He hasn’t learned to hear kindred yet,” Jaenelle said, slanting a glance at Yuli. “But he’ll learn.”

    “Huh?” Yuli said.

    “Pick him up,” Daemon said. "This is going to be a learning experience."

    She pressed her lips together, fighting to keep a straight face. "For both of them."

    As Yuli followed them, silent and wide-eyed, and the puppy never shut up about what he would need to train his boy, Daemon thought,At least something good has come from all that pain.


    Daemon filled time with paperwork while he waited for Jaenelle to return home.

    He’d wondered if his father had been aware of the half-Bloods who were raised in orphans’ homes in Dhemlan. He should have known better. His only excuse for not picking up the clues was his own emotional turmoil the previous year.

    One of the vast estates owned by the SaDiablo family contained a self-sufficient community, including a school. When he’d taken over handling the family’s property and wealth, Saetan had told him that community was required to support itself, but no income should be expected from it. Daemon hadn’t questioned it or looked at the place beyond reviewing the quarterly reports to make sure the communitywas still supporting itself.

    So when he and Jaenelle sat down to review possible new homes for Yuli, it was embarrassing to discover that the community’s school was for half-Blood children who had the potential to become Blood when they reached maturity. Some of the children were there because their parents wanted them to have the dual landen-Blood education that matched their potential. Others were considered orphans—children who had lost their parents or children whose parents were nothing more than names that acknowledged family bloodlines. The children were educated and cared for, taught Protocol, and instructed in basic Craft if they developed the power to do simple spells. They were also given the opportunity to earn spending money by working within the community or on another part of the estate.

    Two hundred children made their home at that school—and now Yuli was one of them.

    Jaenelle walked into the study, gave him a look he couldn’t interpret, then slumped in a chair in front of the desk.

    “I have been given the honor of being the Official Liaison between the school and the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan,” she said. “I was even given an official-looking piece of parchment, all signed and sealed, to acknowledge my new position.”

    “I see,” Daemon said, working to keep his expression bland.

    “Didn’t want to talk to me themselves?”

    “Not in this decade. So. Do you want to see an extra report from the school? Do you require copies of the reports sent—and approved by the High Lord—from previous years?”

    Daemon sat back, steepled his fingers, and rested the forefingers against his chin. “Is this a ripple caused by my note to the Province Queens?”

    “Apparently. And even though they would prefer not to talk to you directly, the school’s administrators seemed more puzzled than concerned by this sudden interest in the school.”

    A good sign that he wouldn’t find anything wrong at the school when he paid them a surprise visit. And he would take the Official Liaison with him to avoid scaring the shit out of everyone.

    “We discussed the necessity of Yuli receiving some individual tutoring, since I don’t think he has much of the Dhemlan race in his bloodline and he’ll mature faster than the other children,” Jaenelle said. “It may be that he’ll do better in a Territory like Scelt, but I’d prefer to keep him nearby for the time being.”

    “Was Yuli comfortable with staying at the school?” Daemon asked.

    “A little frightened. But after he saw his room—and after Socks declared that it smelled like a good place—boy and puppy adjusted quickly enough. More quickly than the administrators, who are smart enough to realize what having a kindred puppy at the school will mean.”

    Daemon smiled. “That they’ll now receive regular visits from adult kindred?”

    “And that not all of those adults will be small or canine,” Jaenelle said, returning the smile.

    A small frown was added to his smile. “Socks? The puppy’s name is Socks?”

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