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  • Tangled Webs(Black Jewels,Book 6)(119) by Anne Bishop
  • “Yes,” Daemon said softly. “The debt to the SaDiablo family has been paid in full.” He took a step toward Jarvis. Took another. “Now it’s time to pay the debt you owe the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan.”

    Witchfire took the house, and it burned fast and hard. Witchfire formed a carpet where grass had once grown, and burned fierce enough to partially melt the wrought-iron fence that surrounded the property.

    Witchfire, fueled by a Black Jewel, burned through the spells and consumed the power that remained in the Blood who had been trapped in the house; it finished the kill and freed them to become a whisper in the Darkness.

    With one exception.

    The boy sneaked glances at the Warlord Prince who had rescued him from the house. The Prince hadsaid he was the Eyrien Prince’s brother, and the boy wasn’t about to call him a liar—even if this Princedidn’t have wings.

    Besides, even though the man hadn’t done anything tohim , the boy was pretty surethis Prince was even scarier than the Eyrien Prince.

    “Will I have to go to school?” the boy asked. “I’m dead, so I shouldn’t have to go to school.”

    “That’s something you’ll have to discuss with the High Lord,” the Prince said.


    The man’s eyes were glazed, and the boy had been taught to avoid Warlord Princes when their eyes were glazed because that’s when they were the most dangerous. But since he’d ended up dead because the Jenkell man had tricked him into coming to the spooky house, he figured it was better to ask about thingsnow.

    “I like learning about some stuff,” the boy offered.

    A little warmth came into those cold eyes. “Then you should mention that.” The Prince looked at the villagers who were running toward the fire. “Come on, puppy. It’s time to leave.”

    He followed the Prince to the small Coach—and hoped the place he was going would be nicer than the spooky house.

    Even if he did have to go to school.

    Saetan felt the cold ripples in the abyss, rising up from the depth of the Black, and knew what was coming.Who was coming.

    He set aside the stack of books he’d been cataloging and looked at Geoffrey. “Why don’t you go into the other room and warm up some yarbarah for us?”

    “Why would I need to go into the other room?” Following the direction of Saetan’s gaze, Geoffrey looked at the door. Then he retreated to the small room that served as his office.

    Saetan waited. Felt the storm coming closer.

    When he’d heard what had happened in that Dhemlan village, he’d known why it was Lucivar who had come to the Keep to give him a report. And he’d known why—and when—Daemon would walk through that door.

    The door opened. His beautiful, lethal son stood framed in the doorway.

    Saetan stood very still as he studied those cold, glazed eyes.

    “Did Lucivar tell you about thecildru dyathe boy?” Daemon asked.

    “He told me.”

    “I brought him here.”

    “That’s fine. I’ll find a place for him.”

    He knew the brutality involved in a slow execution. There were times when the executioner also paid a price for the Blood’s kind of justice.

    “Is there anything else?” Saetan asked.

    Their eyes met. Held.

    “You were right,” Daemon said too softly. “I’ll never lose that edge.”

    Daemon walked away.

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